Brian apparated into St. Mungos and headed up to find Khaat. Hannah stopped him in the hallway. She told him that Khaat was in her office and wanted to be alone. No interruptions. That wasn't Khaat. Not the Khaat that Brian knew. He demanded to know where Michael was. Hannah said that Michael had refused to leave her. Something wasn't right. Brian ignored Khaat's wishes and went into her office as if he owned it.
Khaat was leaning against the back of a wing chair, looking out the window over London as the sky started to get light. She hadnt even noticed Brian come in. Michael looked up at Brian and shook his head. The delivery had not gone well. Michael poured Khaat a firewhiskey and took it to her and pressed the glass into her hand.
"What happened?" Brian asked quietly.
"She lost them both," Michael said softly. Brian went over to Khaat, who was just staring out into space.
"What went wrong?" he asked her.
"The mother had the illness. She was too weak. She started to hemorrage. It happened so fast. She bled out before I could stop it. And...the baby...the illness...it didn't have a chance."
"The father has sworn to kill her for letting his wife and son die," Michael said quietly.
"Yeah, well, thats not likely," Brian replied. He took Khaat away from the window and sat her on the sofa. "You are exhausted. Sit. Rest a bit."
"I..need to change," she said, noticing her surgical gown had not been successful at keeping her shielded from the mess.
"I'll get you a change of clothes ready," he told her. "Drink that firewhiskey. I'll be right back."
At home, Robert stood up, took a last sip of his tea, and stretched. He leaned down and kissed Kate. "I do have to go, Dear," he told her.
"Are you checking on Khaat?" Kate asked.
"She doesn't need a parade into her office," Robert laughed.