The sound of intruding, apparating, woke Brian who clutched tight at his wand and aimed it right at the doorway.
"Hold your fire," Angus's voice came from the darkness. "Lumos!" The light of his wand showed Brian it was Angus.
"Angus?" he was dumbstruck.
"We need you back. Now. Robert's been hurt. Badly. We need both of you."
"Hurt! How?" Brian threw back the covers. He shook Khaat, not very kindly or gracefully, and it startled her badly. "Wake up." he told her. "We have to go back. Your dad's been hurt. They need healers--right now."
"Daddy!" she felt her heart stop. She flew out of bed and snatched up her wand.
"Khaat," Angus said softly. "You'll freeze like that, honey." He looked at her mini length pink silk chemise with teh spaghetti straps. She picked up the portkey and ported out without a syllable.
"Damnit!" Brian cursed at her, even though she was gone.
"I'll pack. You go," Angus said, as Brian wrapped a winter coat around him over top of his pajama pants and slid his feet into a pair of slip on canvas deck shoes. "You dont believe in a shirt or socks?"
"No time," Brian said, getting a portkey out of his pocket. "Thanks, Angus."
Khaat ported straight into the bedroom, with ice literally hanging off of her chemise and ice in her hair. Her skin was blue with the cold. She went straight to her father and laid her hands on him, checking him and starting to infuse her own energies into him. "Stop the energy spell, Jess," Khaat said. "I've got him. Work on the bleeding."
"Damn!" he cursed. "That's cold!"
"Khaat!" her mother was floored to see she had ported in nothing but a silk mini nightgown. She was horrified to see her covered in ice. She conjured a cup of hot french roast instantly for her and picked up a blanket. "You know better," she lectured. "You are no help to your father if you catch your death." She draped the blanket across her daughter. Brian ported into the room, looking perhaps a bit more prepared to port through bitter winter weather. He kicked off his shoes and threw off his coat. "Oh for pete's sake. Don't either of you own clothes?" Kate conjured a second cup of hot french roast, seeing Brian dive onto the bed and start to immediately work to help Jess stabilize his vital signs and reduce shock.