"Sure," Khaat said. "That would be good for you to build up your strength. You give me your note to your mom and I'll make sure it gets there. " Khaat's mother's cooking was always superb, in Khaat's eyes, but she felt like she had been eating all day, hanging around Cordell. She ate, but she already felt full from what they had had in Diagon Alley, and was just eating a smaller portion tonight. She finally laild her napkin aside and said, "That was really good, Mom, but I really do have to get back."
"Khaat," Robert sighed, deeply frustrated, "You took a serious blow to your head. Would you, please, just give it one bloody night? You are not going to put St. Mungos to rights if you stayed up for a year. And you can't avoid sleeping forever just to avoid dreaming about Rob."
"Daddy," She flashed an angry look at him. She never liked him calling her on things like that. But they were very alike in that respect. They often called each other and others about behaviors they didn't like.
"Khaat," He returned the reprimand, remaining calm but unyielding. Khaat began to speak again, but Robert deliberately interrupeted her. "One night, Khaat. Here, in your own bed. Give me that much. For Abbey."
"One night, " she yielded, "That's all you get. I'm a busy woman."
He sighed, rolling his eyes at her, not buying her excuses for a moment.