Michael and Khaat stayed out under the stars until the wee hours of the morning. They started talking, reminiscing about days gone by. She was dozing off on his shoulder when he put out the fire.
"Its almost 3," he said softly. "Angus will be serving breakfast in about 4 hours. And its getting colder. Its clouding over. I bet there will be rain in the morning. Come on."
He led her partway back to the house, but she stopped. She got severelly dizzy. Her knees buckled and she fell against him. He caught her and apparated her back to the house to an empty guest room. He put her on the bed and then went and woke up Robert. Robert went to her immediately and checked her.
"Low blood sugar," Robert diagnosed quickly. "Comes from being too thin."
"I'll be right back, then," Michael said. He went downstairs and brought her a glass of orange juice and a piece of toast. Her father added a potion to the glass and gave it to her. It regulated her sugar quickly, but she was tired. Robert took her shoes, and Michael covered her with a blanket as she fell into a deep sleep.
"I'll stay if you like," Michael said.
"Thank you," Robert said. "She's tired. She'll sleep now. You might not need to stay."
"Meh. I think I'll stay," Michael said, settling into a chair with a book.
"Thank you, Michael," Robert said, knowing Michael would call if he needed him. He returned to bed, leaving Khaat in Michael's hands as the clock downstairs chimed 3. Michael devoted himself to the pages of his book as the house grew quiet again.