"I'm going to go sleep for a couple hours. I'll see you lot later," Angus said. Knowing they could handle it, he went upstairs and stretched out on the bed and fell asleep.
Downstairs, Marcus had helped Poppy with breakfast. When the girls finished with their breakfasts, they came back downstairs. Anise and Evie took all the dirty dishes from the basement upstairs. Ginger and Faith got a basin of water and some fresh nightgown for Poppy. Marcus knew Poppy preferred pajamas to nightgowns but with the wound in her midsection, pajamas were a no-go for now. Ginger volunteered to help Poppy wash up and get changed. Marcus was able to give Ginger some instruction on how to help Poppy change clothes with a minimum of being rolled around. Marcus told them he would wait right outside the bedroom door in case they needed anything. But Poppy really wanted a cup of the almond tea that Marcus had given her last evening.
Marcus went upstairs to fetch it, taking the insulated carafe and the water glass with him.
He managed to find a tea mug in the cabinet with pink poppies on it, and he made her a mug of almond tea in the mug. Then he put fresh ice water in the carafe and rinsed out the insulated drinking glass. He went back downstairs, floating the tea, the water carafe and the water glass ahead of him.
When Ginger let him back in, Ginger had put a couple pillows behind Poppy so she was able to sort of sit up. She had a bit more color to her face, and now with some more pain potion in her system, she was starting to look a bit better.
"Don't overdo it," Marcus cautioned her.
"I'm fine. Dad, the girls said that Angus packed a picnic for them, and they want to have it down here with me. I mean, they actually want to include me. And they're so much older. I always get treated like the nuisance kid that the older sibs don't want to tag along. But they really asked if they could bring it down here so I could join in."
"They're good girls," Marcus smiled.
"And Anise and Ginger are really werewolves?" she asked. Marcus nodded.
"That's so cool," Poppy said. Marcus laughed.
"If they hear you say you think its cool, they'll think you're crackers. Humans generally think that werewolves are monsters."
"I told them I thought it was cool. They looked at me like I had three heads."
"See? Told you," Marcus laughed.
"Dad, does Mom know?"
"No. I haven't sent her word. I didn't know if you wanted me to."
"No," she said firmly. "She won't be able to come back to see me without Pavel, and I don't want him within several hundred miles of me."
"I would not let Pavel anywhere near you. Trust me," Marcus told her.
"All the same, I write her and she doesn't bother replying anymore, so, no. Screw her."
"That's really how you feel?"
"Yeah. it is," she said. "I don't have a mum. And don't you push Aria into being a mum for me either. All I need is you."
"Aria doesn't want to replace your mother. She would like to be your friend, though. She's willing to get to know you at your pace and earn your trust."
"Fair enough," Poppy said.
"Are you going to be able to rest today?"
"I'm okay. Can I read for awhile?"
"If you feel up to it." He got her book out for her.
"Oh, and look here. Faith conjured a little bell out of one of Gingers' sewing thimbles. That way, you don't have to hover. If I need something and you're upstairs, I can ring this little bell."
"Perfect," Marcus smiled. "Alright. I'll let you read. You let me know if you need anything at all."
"I will," she said. He left her and went upstairs.
"I have been told I'm hovering," Marcus laughed, pouring himself a fresh cup of coffee.