Marcus brought the potion.
"May I?" he asked her. His two steady hands were better than her one shaking hand.
"Please," she said. "Just 3 drops. No more." Marcus added the potion to the tea mug and swirled it to mix it. He handed the mug to her.
"Drink this for Mama," Khaat said, putting the mug up to Abbey's lips. "Its sweet. You'll feel better. I promise." Abbey didn't want it, and she whimpered and cried. Khaat was patient, though, and managed to feed it to her. In a moment, the small child was curled, in a light doze, against Steven, and she was sucking her thumb on her good hand. Khaat brushed the tears away from Abbey's face.
"Thank you," she told them all. She was trying not to be rattled. This was, perhaps, the first that she'd seen her first born child be hurt, and it tore at her heart. She'd rather let both of her own shoulders be hurt than one of Abbey's.
Robert accio'd in and saw everyone at the bottom of the stairs. He frowned deeply and came over.
"Let me work, Khaat," he said softly. Marcus offered her a hand to help her up to get out of his way. Robert saw how sleepy she was.
"What did you do?" Robert looked up at her.
"Just a bit of pain potion," she said.
"Oh. Well done," he said. He examined Abbey. "Broken collarbone. A few scrapes and cuts. I'll reset the collar bone. At her age, it should only take a few days to mend." He frowned, thinking, "I..might have some plasters with some jellybeans on them...."
"We did have some kitty ones if we can find them," Khaat said.
He looked up at Cassidy and Steven, "Any objection if we let her have some of her Gram's special attentions today? We'll want her quiet and by herself today, so perhaps a little extra pampering from her grandma might fit the bill--if you lot can wrangle the rest of them."