When Marcus got Khaat and Kate home, they all went upstairs and took a quick shower in order to wash off the dust.
Khaat chose a pair of jeans, a white shirt, a pair of tan suede ankle boots, and a long, southwestern style cardigan that was floor length. It was warm and comfortable, and right now, she felt emptier. She understood why her father had done what he'd done, and she understood why Michael had been rattled and unhappy.
She went across to her mother's room to find her mother dressing in khakis and a pullover. Her mother looked at her.
"What?" Kate asked.
"I...thought I'd back a go-bag for Daddy and Michael," she said quietly. Kate smiled affectionately and stroked Khaat's cheek.
"Lovely thought, my dear, but I'm quite sure that they'll get that covered. Besides, we don't know where they went."
"They're at Michael's."
"And you know that how? Did you see something?"
"Don't need to. I know Daddy, and I know Michael. Daddy's not concerned with the building now. He's concerned with saving lives. He needs a place to work out of the spotlight. He'll be at Michael's. I'm the Chief Warlock. I should go help. I could write up the repeals for him of the new laws...."
"He's done that already," Kate said. "He sent copies to Michael a few days ago, as soon as Pierce announced the press conference. He just needs to sign them. The best way we can help is to just go downstairs and take care of the house and the kids. Come on. Lets go see if Suki's made some tea."
Khaat shivered. Kate looked at her, wondering if Khaat had some sort of vision.
"I'm just cold," Khaat said. "It was cold and damp out there. Might have that tea by the fire."
She and Kate and Marcus went back downstairs.
"Is there any fresh tea, by any chance?" Marcus asked the others.