"I'll take these to Kate and Robert," Brian said. "I'm sure it would be good for both of them if they could share a meal tonight. I don't think Robert saw that would even be possible for them tonight. I'd like to just stay with Khaat a few minutes."
"Hold on, Mate," Angus said. He fixed a tray for Brian and flicked his wand at all three trays. "You think you can levitate them upstairs now?"
"Unless I've lost my touch, then, yes," Brian said. "Thank you, everyone."
Edward came in from outside and smiled. "Oh. Pub grub. Lovely," he said. "But am I to presume there are no pints?"
"If you want a pint, then by all means, have a pint," Brian said. "There are bottles of ale, stout and lager downstairs in the fridge in the wine cellar. Help yourself."
"Are the lagers any good?" Edward asked.
"Go try the honey lager," Michael suggested. "Its very nice with fish and chips."
"Would anyone else like one, as long as I'm going?" Edward asked.
"I'll go bring up several," Angus said. "You sit and eat."
"I can still manage beer," Edward waved away his grandson's assistance, heading to the wine cellar. Brian smiled. It was nice to see some sense of calm coming over the house again. He delivered two trays to Kate's room and took the third to his own room.
"Your tray is across the hall. Your wife would like you to help her with dinner. And she'd like you to step it up. She's hungry," Brian said.
"I need to be here," Robert sighed.
"No, you don't," Brian said gently. "I do. You're only a few steps away. And I do know what you're looking for."
"Thank you," Robert said. He went across the hall and laughed out loud, delighted to see the fish and chips. When Edward brought the bottles of lager upstairs, Michael sent three bottles upstairs--two to Robert's room and one to Brian's room.
"Bastard," Khaat muttered sleepily to Brian.
"What'd I do?" he asked softly, going to her.
"I bet there's no fish for me, is there?" she asked.
"Yep," he said, relieved she felt like eating. He took his own plate and picked up a piece of fish and broke off a piece and fed it to her in small pieces.
"Its from the Leaky," she said.
"Yep," he said. "How can you tell?"
"The crunch on the batter," she said. "Brian, am I going to die?"
"Not now. Why do you ask?"
"I saw so much darkness," she said, dreading reliving what she had seen when she had been semi conscious.
"You were bewitched, Dear," he said. "Its gone now."
"But if I live through this, that shoulder may never be right again. It may always be trouble."
"Your father isn't done with it," he told her. "Whatever happens, we'll deal with it."
"You have to let me work. I can't lay here with nothing but that pain...."
"Give it a bit of time," he said softly, brushing her hair off her face. He kissed her slowly and she realized she couldn't feel his touch on the left side of her face. She lifted her hand and felt the heavy bandages on her face.
"My face?" she asked, upset. "It got my face?"
"Its not as bad as you think," he lied to her deliberately. But she felt how heavily it was bandaged.
"No...it is bad..." She stammered, upset. "No...you're not going to want me...no one will want me...I'll be hideous...I'll be..."
"You'll still be mine because I don't plan on going through this world without you," he said softly and steadily. He knew too well how a serious injury could throw even the toughest fighters, and part of it was just the body's reaction to the injury. She would think clearer in a few days. She had a right to be upset right now. "Now, enough," he said quietly. He saw the tears that were spilling down her cheeks. "Calm," he said, touching her forehead and casting a calming spell. "Its alright. Its not as bad as you think." She slipped back into a light sleep.
She wasn't asleep more than perhaps a minute when the silence of the night air was filled with werewolves in the distance. She was jolted hard out of her sleep, panicking. He caught her quickly before she could hurt herself.
Downstairs, the werewolves frightened Abbey badly. She often overlooked it, but tonight was different. It scared her. She scrambled under the table and began to cry.
Robert and Kate looked up towards the window. "Are they on the grounds?" Kate asked as Robertr helped her with a sip of tea.
"No," Robert said, listening carefully. "I dont' think so. They're too far off. I think we're safe tonight. And its a good thing. I think everyone needs to recharge a bit."