Khaat had not expected things to go as sour as they had that day on her trip with her father. They had learned a great deal, but not without risk. Her father apparated them back, but she was injured. He had wanted to get her home. He apparated her straight into her room. It was in the predawn hours of the morning. Robert sensed everyone else in the house was asleep, and he had no intention of disturbing them.
Khaat felt her father pick her up into his arms and lay her on the bed. He gently removed her right boot and looked at her ankle again. "Broken. Clearly," he sighed. "You were lucky you werent' killed, though. We can put this to rights, but it means you will have to be off your feet for a couple days while the bone mends. Remember, I do magic, not miracles. This will not be painless to set, Khaat. Can't help that. Lay back while I work." She obeyed, and he laid his hand on her forehead, temporarily rendering her unconscious so he could set the badly broken ankle. He set the bones to rights and accio'd his bag from his room. He wrapped the ankle up to just below her knee in bandages and transfigured it into a cast. It would take a couple of days before the bones would mend. But the cast would keep them in place until that happened. He woke her and fed her a strong pain potion. He offered to help her change and into bed, but she declined, too tired from their ordeal to want anything more than to be left alone.
"Daddy,..." she began. "Don't worry. I'll explain it all to him in the morning. Right now, we're both tired. You go to sleep.. Your pain potion is strong. It will make you a bit sleepy, I'm afraid," He said, "I'm going to go look over what we found. I'll just stay on your sofa." That's fine," She yawned.
He removed her other boot, set them together on the floor and tucked her, still dressed, beneath the covers and let her sleep.
He went out into her sitting room, and removed from a large trunk, a large cloth sack that had been added in addition to its orignal contents. The sack was Robert's and the contents held more mystery than answers. He needed time to read and study. '