"Yes, she can," Brian said. "Its chilly."
"Are the kids safe?" she asked, looking at her battered fingers as she fingered the blanket.
"Yes," he said, " I promise." He decided not to go into depth with her as to where the kids were. She just needed to rest.
"Where's Daddy?" she asked.
"Believe me, he's not far," Brian smiled. "He hasn't gone more than a couple of steps from you. He's here someplace."
"I...I dont want to look like this," she said in almost a mumble.
"Sweetheart," he said, sitting on the edge of the chaise. "Just the fact that you survived that defies every odd. Its just bruises. They're going to fade. We've all seen it. You don't have to hide from anyone here. And, no, you don't have to go out until you choose to. Nobody's going to get through us unless you want them to...."
"Archangel! He hurt..." she began, remembering He stopped her short.
"Wait. Wait, he's going to be okay. We got him in time. He's..."
"He fought so hard for me....He was going to let him kill him....he..." she closed her eyes, a couple of tears slipping down her cheeks.
"That's the job, honey," he reminded her. "But he's going to be okay. We brought him with us so we could take care of him."
"Can I see him? Can..." she began. Robert took his usual strong strides into the room, seeing her awake.
"Archangel," Brian said to Robert.
"He's doing much better," her father said, kissing the top of her head. "He had breakfast, ...well, actually, he had seconds, and he's being rather persnickety about where the feathers are in his nest. You know he's getting better if he can gripe at us because the feathers in the nest are all out of place. He's going to be just fine. And how are you?" he checked her. He added a bit of a calming spell for her, sensing she needed it. It made her eyes flutter shut, making her a bit groggy. She didn't want to sleep, but she didn't feel like he was going to give her any choice yet.