Angus nodded, as Victor came back with clothes for him.. "I might not sell the land for a bit, just to discourage Suzanne, but yes. I think we have to demolish it all., including the tunnels so the land can't ever be used for that again. Thanks, Victor. Alright. I'm going to go downstairs to the shower off the workout room in the basement and clean up. I'll see you all in a few minutes."
"Thanks," Anise smiled at Jessie. "I appreciate that. Most of the men here act like I did something to deserve it--except Fenrir. He didn't like their behavior either, so he taught me to fight. I miss Fenrir because didn't look past me. We didn't talk often but when we did he actually listened--most of the time. He didn't make fun when I said I could see and talk to people on the other side. He said some other people can do that too. I haven't met anybody else who can do that, though."
By the time Jack arrived with Ginger's mother, Robert had Ginger washed and gotten her out of her rags and into a standard hospital gown at least temporarily. He had continued to give her small sips of water as she could tolerate it, and Nicky had brought down a steak tartare that Robert hadn't had a chance to feed her yet. He had gotten a basic exam completed, but he had not gotten a chance to set many spells in place yet. He had used a calming spell to ease her nerves, and he had provided her a great deal of reassurance. He had also gotten a regular hospital bed for her and not just the sickbay exam table. He knew she was going to have to be here for awhile, so he was making preparations for her to be staying here for several days.
"For a moment only,' Robert told Ginger's mother, adding another blanket for Ginger because he had seen her shiver, a symptom of her severe malnutrition. "She's very seriously ill from being so poorly treated. She must have rest. Her chances to recover are very good, but it will take much time." The reunion between Ginger and her mother was tearful and very emotional. Clearly, her mother had believed she was dead, but seeing how badly she looked was just as much of a shock to her.
"When can I take my girl home?" she asked Robert.
"That will take quite some time, I'm afraid," Robert asked. "Her condition will need very close care for awhile until she stabilizes. She will need constant care, a meticulous diet, vitamin potions, and rehabilitation. I will be hiring staff to care for her around the clock for awhile, and I realize your pack does not use wolfsbane, but I do need to stop the transformations for the time being, not only because of the strain it places on her, but also to protect my family while she is here in the house with us."
"I...I understand," the woman said.
"My name is Robert," he said, "I will be her healer for this issue..."
"I know who you are," she said. "My name is Phoebe. Phoebe Russell. My husband's name is Elias. He's a werewolf. I am not. We live with the pack because he is relentlessly hunted when we try to live like normal people, and wolfsbane is too hard to come by on the streets."
"What do you mean on the streets?" Robert frowned. "St. Mungo's gives wolfsbane for free to any werewolf who needs it."
"We were charged last year for it at St. Mungo's, at nearly a hundred galleon a bottle, and with Elias and Anise both needing it, well, we couldn't afford it. So we went to live like animals with the pack." Robert frowned even deeper. That was over five hundred pounds a bottle. And with Elias and both girls needing it, that was over 1500 pounds at a time."
"That's just bloody outrageous. Do you know who told you it cost money?" Robert asked.
"No, i don't remember," she shook her head.
"Well, if you want it, you come to me directly or to the shift manager, Jess Dark Heart, and we'll make sure you get it, no charge."
"Answer me," she said. "These werewolves that are here. Are they your servants?"
"No," Robert said. 'You're welcome to speak with anyone here. Yes, they work for me, like a lot of folks do, and they're paid for it. Far more important to me, though, is that in every way that matters, they're family to me. There is not one privilege here they do not have, not one door that isn't open to them."
"Why would you do this? I don't see other non-werewolves doing such things."
"Why should I hold a grudge against them? My brother was a werewolf, and I know how he suffered from people that were afraid of him. I would do his memory no honor or justice if I treated any werewolf differently just because they're a werewolf. I do it for him."
"Is that for Ginger?" she pointed to the steak tartare.
"It is. I haven't had a chance to feed it to her yet."
"May I?"
"Certainly. Slowly, though. Tiny bites. Be patient," Robert said. He looked at Ginger. "Eat what you want of it. Don't push. You can have more food whenever you want it."