"No. We'll get it," Robert said quietly, busy working. "Thank you. Make sure that everyone else in the crew is alright. Tell Jess to gear up. We're about to be busy."
"I can take care of my family," Brian said breathlessly.
"You did," Robert said, lahing his han on Brian's shoulder. "You saved their lives. You can help, but I expect you to concentrate your efforts now on helping Khata not feel guilty for not having her eys on Abbey every second."
"I can't stop her form feeling somethign I'm feeling myself," he said curtly.
"Stop it," Robert reprimanded. "We have 9 kids here. And we have 9 adults. We should, surely, be able to make this work. Accidents happen, Brian. To every child and every family. You cannot do this. Khaat is going to need you. Take her back inside and for now, use a spell to dry her clothes. When she fully gathers her thoughts again, you can help her change. I'll take Abbey. She's going to need my help for now and I need to be with her. Have Jess brew some more restorative tea for Khaat. This didn't help her a bit. If she's seriously going to be your wife, you take care of her--starting now." His words came across as orders. It made Brian snap out of his own parental fears and back into a role he knew well--his job. He cast a spell to dry Khaat's clothes and his own and picked her up. She curled into his chest and began to cry. He sighed heavily. He would not let this happen again to his family. Not ever.