"I hope you're right. I hope Steven snaps around. I like him, but sometimes there is a part of me that wants to take him down a peg or two. Nobody knows Khaat better than I do, besides her folks, and that's just all there is to it. I don't care that he's her friend. That's wonderful. But I do care, very much, when it impares his judgement as an auror and a bodyguard for her. That--I care about. Very, very much. If anything happens to her on his watch, he'll be a floor rug someplace in this house so I can personally walk on him every day." He signed deeply, realizing he'd been venting.
"I'm sorry. I am so angry at her no-count, worthless husband, I'd like to, actually, turn him into a rug. Do you realize that bastard didn't so much as stay with her for even the first contraction? I was her labor coach. It was my hands she held as she went through every moment of that horrible delivery, not his. Robert and I saw Abbey come into the world. Not Rob. Robert and I have been donating our own life energies to keep her alive. Not Rob. Rob refused to even come and see her when she asked desperately for him when she thought she was going to die. She gave him the last of what she had to keep him alive when he was shot, and he refused to see her even once after that. She would not be in the shape she is now, would not be in intensive care, if she had not given him the last of what she had. She'd probably be home with Abbey by now. At some point, I'd really like to beat the daylights out of him. Just one time. Maybe knock some sense into him or some of his ego out of him. I will not be sorry to see him in Azkaban. Not at all.
"Right now, Khaat is deathly thin. She has never been this thin in her life. She looks like a living skeleton. Your Jessica better be prepared for how bad she looks. Robert and I keep infusing donations of life energies to her. It will pick her up--if I can get her to eat. I don't know how to motivate her. Robert said she always ate for Rob, but that isn't going to happen, probably not ever again. If you or Jessica have any suggestions for getting her past her grief, please--help me.
"She's like my own sister. And I know I am the brother she never had. I refuse to lose her. We have to do this well. I don't know what I would ever, ever do without her in my life. If you have any suggestions, speak up."