"I'll get her plate," Angus said quietly. He fixed a tray for her himself and took it upstairs to her. She was awake. Now that he saw her clearly, without Brian's use of glamour spells to disquise her, he had to admit, she looked like hell. "So, it looks like you fought the devil and you won. Nice work."
"It doesn't feel like I won by much," she admitted to him. It was the first she had admitted how tough it had been.
"A win is still a win, Khaat," he said, putting the tray across her. "Try some fuel."
"I'll never be my father, Angus."
"Thank goodness for that. You're a lot prettier than he is. Look, no one expects you to be him. You know what you'd be telling anyone else this morning."
"Um...no. Actually, I don't."
"Don't make any decisions today. Give it a bit. You know how it isn't wise to make big decisions when you're not feeling like yourself. You eat. I'll go make beds and check back and see if you need anything. I won't be far." He smiled and left her to eat, and deliberately stayed upstairs in case she needed anything.
"Can she be up today, Robert?" Kate asked.
"She could be, with help, but she won't feel like it," Robert said. "I know her. She's going to want to be off by herself a bit because she's tired enough that she'll feel like she's in the way. I'm going to go to work, and if you all need me you know how to find me. I trust you can deal with this. There isn't much to do but food and fluid and rest. I suggest the rest of you carry on just as if she weren't here, if that's possible."