"Don't add the potion to the tea," Robert said. "Its a rather fragile potion. It can't stand up to the heat of the tea. That's why I rarely use it. But its worth a try this time. Thank you, Brant." He woke Khaat gently, using magic, and raised her head and fed her a dose of the thin, clear potion that had what looked like magical strings of light spinning through the potion. It was a very odd looking concoction.
The potion was sweet, like watery honey. Khaat didn't recognize the potion, but at least this one wasn't unpleasant. She felt the serious energy depletion start to lift. She had a severe headache.
"I didn't mean to go out," she said softly.
"I know," he said. "Sometimes my brother isn't very subtle. What did he want?"
"I don't remember," she said. "Its...foggy."
"Hm...happens sometimes. Too much information too fast. Causes horrid pain, and that erases any information that was being sent," he said. "Jess has made some tea. It will help. Give yourself a moment for the potion to work a bit more. That will let your tea cool a bit. Then I want you to make sure you get two full cups as quickly as you can get it. That will cut that nasty fatigue and the pain as much as its going to get without rest."
"I'm not missing 'lunch,'" Khaat said, meaning she wasn't missing Abbey's party.
"No, and I don't intend for you to. Get the tea, and you'll be able to last until lunch is over. Then a bit of sleep would do you some good," her father said. He poured her a mug of tea and set it beside her. "Let that cool a bit and then get two full cups. Kate, are you going to need any?"
"No," Kate said. "I'm fine. It just felt like he was bellowing or something."
"Odd. That's not like him," Robert frowned. "I wonder what the devil he wanted."