Khaat slept a couple of hours, and during that time, Robert hadn't been far, and Brian hadn't gone very far away either. He had been in and out, always on guard, always checking. When she woke, Brian was there alone with her because Robert had stepped out to go be with Abbey for a bit.
"Brian," she called softly.
"Khaat!" he snapped out of his thoughts and flew to her, sitting on the bed. "How do you feel?"
She frowned for a second and then looked at her wrist. It was bandaged heavily and tightly. "So--it was real, then."
"Oh, very," he said. "Robert thinks you were struck with an imperius curse that forced you to be unable to move, after it forced you to take a potion that fogged your mind and reduced your energies a bit. He won't bother you again. He's gone for good. So, how's your mind? Can you think again?"
She frowned again. She had a headache, but her thoughts were there again. She was a bit slow, but her thoughts were indeed there. "It's there. A bit slower than I'd like, but its there. But, boy, do I have a headache!"
He laid his hands on her head on drew off her pain. She sighed deeply with relief. "Then your father was right. Sleep did the trick."
"Abbey!..."
"She's here. She's fine. Don't worry. She's perfectly safe. She was never touched."
"Thank God! Thanks God!"