Khaat had been mindbogglingly busy. She had delivered a baby and done a difficult surgery. She had lost all track of Brian, who had been summoned off elsewhere, and she wasn't exactly sure where she'd lost him at. She made her way back to the trauma floor, and stopped at the nurses' station, picked up Ne'Os's chart and proceeded to his room, figuring he might wake fairly soon.
She wasn't entirely surprised to see he was awake, and she was glad to see her staff was still attentive. "Go take your break," Khaat told her. "And if you see Hannah, please ask her to send some tea, please."
"Yes, Director," the healer said, leaving.
"You're looking a bit better," Khaat said to him. "I know we've had our differences from time to time, but for what its worth, I do have some idea of what you're dealing with." She wasn't ready to give a great many details about her own experiences, so she could not imagine he would immediately just want to disclose every ugly thought and feeling that was going through his head. "She's not a bodyguard. So you know. But I do know that for awhile, the nightmares will be difficult to control. That's why I left someone with you. Sometimes they can be...difficult. I didn't want you to have to deal with that." She didn't want to say anything more about that. And that was just as much for her benefit as it was for his.
"There are not that many people who have survived that. I just thought perhaps you might like to know you arent' alone. I know what it took for you to survive it. And I know what it takes to move forward with your life afterwards." She heard some the very soft distinctive sound of a tea tray being delivered. Hannah was good about sending tea promptly. And she was also very good at simply floating a tray to its appointed destination. The tray floated in gracefully, and Khaat motioned the tray to a table. "Looks like Oolong," she said, peeking into the pot. "Would you like a mug of tea?"