"His name is Enzo," Robert said, "and he belongs to Khaat and Brian now. His original owner passed away, and Edward brought him to Khaat when she needed a seeing eye dog. Enzo is trained for multiple tasks. But evidently Abbey believes he needs to be some color other than white. Abbey, the next time you change into a dog, should we color you too?" Abbey nodded. "What color would you like to be?" She held up a hot pink crayon. Robert laughed.
"You should have figured that," Kate laughed. "That is her favorite color."
"Oh, damnit," Michael cursed suddenly dropping his cleaver on the counter, where he had been chopping.
"damnit, damniit, damnit..."Abbey sang happily. Brian rolled his eyes. That was not a word he was quite ready for her to know. Robert, however, hadn't paid much attention and was more focused on the fact that Michael had clutched his left hand with his right. Robert got up and saw blood all over the counter.
"What the hell did you do?" Robert frowned. He went over to the counter and frowned even deeper, immediately casting a spell to stop the pain. "Really? Michael John Tremaine! In all my years, I've never seen you do something like this. Do try to leave all your digits attached. Hold on while I reattach it." Angus and Edward quickly went to the kitchen and grimaced at the gruesome sight. Angus set in to immediately start to clean up the blood, and Edward stepped in to help Robert reattach Michael's severed finger. It was tricky for a couple moments, but Robert did manage it. Kate brought his medical bag so that Robert could bandage and splint the finger for a few hours to allow the healing spell to finish reattaching the bone and nerves and tendons. Edward helped him bandage it. Michael hadn't said a word. When Robert was done, he looked at Michael straight in the eyes. "Your mind wasn't on it, was it?" Robert asked.
"Well, I certainly don't do that when I'm focusing," Michael said.
"Go rest a bit," he said gently, not sure what was so unusually getting to Michael.
"I believe I will, " Michael said. He simply turned and went into the other suite.
"That is not the Michael Tremaine that I know," Edward said to Robert quietly.
"No, it certainly is not," Robert agreed.