Khaat and Brian spent the evening quietly. Before she realized it, their quiet evening had flown, and she was waking with a jolt, hard, from a dream she didn't really remember. She knew it was her seer's powers again, and she knew it was about her father. She felt Brian's hand on her shoulder.
"Get a grip," he said softly. She looked up at him. He was dressing, buttoning his shirt. "You're alright. Just another dream."
"Is Daddy working on something? Don't lie to me, Brian," she said.
"I have never lied to you," Brian frowned. "And yes, he is working on some Ministry stuff. He's fine. Thaor is deputy minister now and Thaor has his back. So does Michael. And so do I and so does your mother, and a bezillion other people. Now, can you put this to rest for the moment? Please? He's fine. If he's in trouble, he'll let me know. And I'll be there. I'm not going to let anything happen to him--I swear." He laid his hands on her stomach. "Looks like they're fine. I'll get yoru robe and you can come to breakfast. Lets see how you do before we go through the whole shower, dressing, hair and makeup thing, okay?" She nodded. He helped her on with her robe and helped her downstairs and to the living room sofa. "Sit. I'll bring tea," he told her. Once she was settled, he headed for the kitchen.