Khaat settled in at the table with a mug of tea and one of Jess's fresh biscuits.
"Thank you, Jess," she said to Jess. "The others will be along, and I'm sure the tea and fresh biscuits will be much appreciated, along with a shower with lots of soap and hot water. They're going to want some comfort tonight. Be glad you weren't there. Benjamin is dead. Edward had to slay him in order to save Angus. It was one of the most horrific things I've ever seen in my life. Can I ask that we not have anything with red sauce for breakfast tomorrow? I think berries or berry sauce or salsa would be very off-putting." She knew she would not have to go into detail for Jess, at least not straight off because, as a healer, Jess surely understood people not wanting anything to remind them of blood for a day or so. "I dont' think I'm going to be able to close my eyes til Brian is home safe and sound. Can I help you with breakfast prep?"
"Marcus told us," Robert replied quietly to Ruby. "Of course he's still in shock. That was beyond horrendous for all of you, but especially for him. You say he found her locket? Marcus didn't tell me that part. i don't think Angus's idea about James being behind it in some way is a bad thought. He might well be right. After all, we do know that Gelding has been targeting the Donohue's as it is. Sometimes, when someone is in shock, they can have a brief period of time immediately following the crisis where they have some good, logical thought because the initial numbness has protected them from the emotional part of the trauma. That numbness may wear off by sometime tomorrow, and that will leave him with all the emotion of it. I'll want to be hanging closer to him until I see how he's going to cope with it. But his thoughts about Gelding and James might be spot on." Robert and Nigel went over, and Nigel sat down on the bed beside Angus. Robert and Nigel both noticed straight away that Angus was looking pretty flat and emotionless. That was to be expected, they both thought.
"Did he bite you or claw you anywhere?" Nigel asked.
"I don't think so," Angus replied, emotionless.
"Let me look. I won't fuss much tonight," Nigel said, checking the marks on Angus's neck, while Robert sat near the bed.
"He was still human when he did that," Angus said.
"Fortunately for you," Nigel said. "Are there any wounds anywhere else?"
"No, I don't think so," he replied.
"How are you feeling?"
"Fine. I'm fine," he replied rather flatly.
"I think you really do need a good night's sleep," Nigel told him. Angus shook his head. His mind was racing. He didn't want to sleep.
"Angus," Robert said, "tell me about this necklace you found." Angus handed it to Robert, and Robert looked at it. Angus told him the same thing he had told Ruby about it being his mother's, and about wondering why he hadn't actually seen her there. Robert studied the locket and the photos inside--photos of her dog. In one photo the dog was wearing a tutu and a pink necklace that spelled out his name in script--Henry. In the other photo, the dog was wearing a little pink baby onesie with a print of kitties, and a little ruffled bib. Robert suspected there were other photos beneath the photos of the annoying little pooch. Robert believed the photos pointed to perhaps that she was a shallow woman incapable of much love or depth of any kind. Angus might not actually be out much with them out of his life once and for all. He laid the necklace on Angus's nightstand. "Well, there could be many reasons for that. Perhaps she was there before and lost the necklace but wasn't there in the billiards room when you were there. Or perhaps you just missed her or she was using something like a Polyjuice potion, but I don't know why she'd do that because they didn't know you were coming."
"I can't figure it out either," he said, feeling lost.
"I don't think you should keep wrestling with it," Robert told him, "not anymore tonight. I'll keep working on that, alright?"
"Edward shouldn't have had to do that..." Angus sighed.
"Edward would never stand by watching and let you be mauled to death by a werewolf right in front of his eyes. He did what he had to do. That wasn't your fault. That was entirely your father's own fault or choosing truly poor company and letting himself be led so far off any sort of ethical lifepath."
"The last words he ever spoke were that he was going to kill me," Angus said.
"Well, now, that was just plain stupid on his part," Robert scowled. "None of your teammates was going to let that happen, and he must have surely known that Edward wasn't going to let that happen. If he thought otherwise, then he was a complete moron."
"It was a pretty lame threat. Hadn't considered that," Angus said, considering what Robert had said.
"It most certainly was," Robert nodded. "Now, is there anything you need?"
"Can't think what it would be," Angus said. "I don't think I need anything. Is Edward alright?" Nigel poured a couple potions in a dose cup together and swirled them.
"Marcus said he was fine. He and Jack and Jessie and Brian are still at the house to secure it and clean up the billiards room...."
"And bury my father, probably."
"I would wager they'll cremate him straight off," Robert told him, "to keep from drawing James or the pack back, and to keep the muggles who deal with your family from asking questions."
"All that energy, and he isn't going to even rate a funeral," Angus said.
"You and Edward have time to discuss any final wishes your family might want to do, but for tonight, I think you should let your grandfather handle that."
"I wonder where my mother is, and if she'll remember his death tomorrow."
"Perhaps not. Remus was never able to possess any sort of human like thought processing when he was in werewolf form and he had no memory of what happened when he was in that state. He was completely animal. Jack's ability to retain his human thought, I think, is a bit of an anomaly that I can't begin to explain. Most of the werewolves I've encountered are far more like Remus and just savage until they transform back. I'll wager when she changes back, she isn't going to remember. If she really is a werewolf, she dashed off with the pack, and when she transforms back, she'll want to come back to the house, I would guess."
"Then I need to go back there and wait for her."
"No," Robert said firmly. "Absolutely not. I always try to let you make your own choices but I can't let you do that tonight. Tonight you need to trust me and go to bed. I'll take care of making sure we've somehow thought about your mother. Come on, get settled in." He stood up and tucked him in under the covers. Angus simply seemed to automatically defer to whatever Robert wanted tonight.
"Take this," Nigel told him, handing him the potions cup. Angus looked at it. "It won't hurt you. Just take it." Angus didn't have it in him to fight it. He took it, and Nigel took the cup back. "You be able to rest in a minute or so." He looked at Ruby. "Come and get me if you need anything during the night, but it should be peaceful." He looked back at Angus. "I'll see you in the morning." He excused himself.
"We can discuss this further tomorrow if you want," Robert told Angus, pulling the covers closer around Angus, seeing Angus start to get sleepy. "I am sorry you lost him like that tonight, but I am very glad Edward and the others were there. Look after him, Ruby. I'll come in the morning to keep him company while you go to training. You can certainly come and get me too, if you need anything before then, but for now, I think I'll go check on the others. Goodnight." He got up and left.
Finally alone, he motioned to Ruby, wanting nothing more now than to have her next to him, despite the fact that the potion was now hammering at his knackered brain. He wanted to feel her against him before the potion took him away altogether.