Brian and Khaat stopped, at Brian's coaching, in order to sit down on a large rock that was already just beginning to warm a little in the morning sunshine. He had seen her eyes during the discussion before breakfast. He had understood and he was glad she had held herself together and that she had pushed her feelings out of the way so that even the talented seers in the house would not be able to detect that she had been upset.
She had honestly thought that when they returned, after being gone just a few short hours, that her staff--her friends--would be as excited as they all were. Almost a year of exile, of being wanted for crimes she and her father had not committed, of having to hide to protect the children. Of not being able to show their faces in their beloved home country. It was over. And her father was restored to the highest office in their world. She had been restored as the highest authority in their courts.
But no. It hadn't happened that way. The response they had received was lukewarm at best. The strong emotion had come from them because they resented it. They resented being asked to stay behind. Being asked to keep her preciouus children safe. It had struck the people she trusted the most as being beneath them. Boring. There had been bitterness to their tone.
And that had hurt. Nothing mattered to her more than the lives of those she loved. As it had turned out, none of them had been in the room for the final showdown with Grindelwald. It had been a result of the work of Ne'Os Emof. The only thing she and Robert and Brian had done was to heal Ne'Os of his wounds afterwards and to try to reduce the panic that had erupted in the Ministry, although even that had been brief. Her friends would have found this to not meet the desire for great epic battles and drama. But it really had wounded her spirit that they had put their own self centered desires for excitement above the importance of the lives of the children. And she was angry.
She had hid all those feelings, and she had burned them off during her run. Even so, she fully wanted to fire the first person who felt they had the right to intrude upon her private thoughts and feelings to even dare to bring it up. Brian drew his arm around her shoulder and had simply soothed her. He had talked her into keeping a bit of space for herself today. She had agreed it was best. He gave her a couple of suggestions and she had agreed to take them.
And so, 30 minutes later, he returned to the house alone, contented, smiling and whistling. He went to the kitchen and got himself a refill of coffee.
"How was your run?" Angus asked him.
"Good. We ran at least a mile and a half before she needed a rest. She's not as out of form as I thought she was. Now--here's our plans for the day. She's gone on with what she needs to do today. We shall not need lunch. I am going to go shower and change and go into London to assist Robert awhile. I will take a break at lunch time and deliver food to her."
"And you will all be home for dinner?" Angus asked.
"Well, I will have her home by 4 or so, I hope. As for Robert, I would expect that he would be home by then--or no later than 6. "
"Its a huge adjustment, Mate. And they both have to face the wizarding world and pursuade the whole bloody world now that they are not the worst criminals in our world and that it was all a grand lie. How are they dealing with all of that--really? Shall I be concerned?"
"No, I dont think so," Brian smiled. "Robert is back in the saddle. He's been planning this since before he was ousted. He knows what he needs to do. So does she. They've been gearing up for this for a year. She needed her run this morning, but she's fine now. Truly...."
"Daddy!" Abbey's voice interrupted him, and her little hand tugged hard on his pantleg. He picked her up. "No go, Daddy!" she pleaded.
"What?" he asked.
"No go bye bye?" she pleaded. Angus tried unsuccessfully to take her from Brian but she would not be separated.
"Its her age, Mate. She's at that age where she wants Mama and Daddy to never leave her," Angus said.
"I'll take her with me," Brian sighed, kissing Abbey's forehead.
"What?" Angus frowned.
"I'm arranging an office and doing paperwork. There is nothing that she can' t go with me on. Except perhaps in my shower."
"Then I'll get her a diaper bag ready," Angus smiled. He and Brian headed upstairs. Brian left Abbey in his bedroom. He put Abbey on the bed and had Max babysit long enough for him to shower and put on a suit to go into St. Mungos.