"Did I do that?" she signed to her father. "I didn't move. I don't play that game."
"Actually," Brian said, "you do play. And you play quite well. Your parents are bloody brilliant at it, and you can sometimes beat them. It, technically, is very possible that you moved that piece. Steven's right. It might well have been accidental magic. Like the apparating out like you've been doing, remember?" She nodded. "
"Damnit," Angus's voice could be heard from the kitchen. Brian looked in to see Angus laying his chef's knife aside and then wrapping a towel around a bleeding finger.
"Angus," Brian called, "bring that here."
"Bring what here?" he echoed.
"That cut."
"So I can bleed on your carpet?" Angus frowned, coming in with his finger wrapped in a towel.
"No, I dont' think so," Brian said. "Come here." He took Angus over to Khaat and looked at her. "I want you to try something. Remember I told you that you are a healer? Try this." He unwrapped Angus's hand "Put your hand over the wound," he told her quietly. She looked at him, and he nodded. She obeyed. "Now--concentrate. Concentrate on what that finger looks like without the cut. Concentrate on the cut being not there at all. Try."
Robert thought it was entirely too soon, but Angus could feel a quick burst of a bit of heat in his finger. Brian put his hand on Khaat's and lifted her hand. Angus's cut was gone.
"Very well done," Robert said. Healing the small cut was an elementary skill as far as a healer was concerned, but the fact that she had done it with intent spoke volumes to Robert. "Your magic is much more intact than I thought."