"That looks wonderful. Thank you," Robert told her.
Upstairs Michael had gone to Khaat's room and had intended to merely sit on her bed for a moment to check on her while he finished his tea, but the potion had threatened to ovetake him so he'd stretched out beside her. The next thing he knew, someone was punching and kicking the daylights out of him, rooting him immediately out of sleep. It had startled him beyond words. It took him a moment to figure out that Khaat had had a nightmare and was now attacking whatever it was she'd been dreaming about.
"Stop," he said to her, trying to be calm and steady. He clutched tight to her wrists. "Stop. Its me. You're dreaming. Look at me. Its me." He kept talking to her until she realize it was him and then she curled into him. "Dear God. Scared the shit out of me," he sighed, holding her. "Do you do this to your poor husband?" She nodded. "Often?" he asked. She nodded. "I seriously need to talk to that boy. He either loves you entirely too much or he is seriously sleep deprived," Michael said, sighing, trying to unwind.