Khaat decided she could not stay in bed if she were to actually go to azkaban tomorrow. She took it upon herself to get up and to walk, carefully, downstairs. It was just a bit longer alone than it had seemed when she was with someone.
Brian was just arriving downstairs with Andrew when his senses began to pick up on someone silent behind him. He turned around and saw Khaat just coming into the living room. "'S'cuse me!" he said quickly and flew as fast as he could go to her. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he said, bolstering her quickly. "Khaat! Your father is going to kill you."
"I can't stay in bed forever, and certainly not if I'm going out tomorrow," she said.
"You won't be strong enough to go anywhere if you push it. Come sit. Now." His tone was firm--ordering. He led her to the sofa and lowered her there. "I will not defend you from this when your father blows his stack. Be prepared."
"When I find out what? " Robert asked, coming in. He looked at Khaat and frowned. "How'd you get down here?"
"On my own two feet," she replied.
"Khaat," he said in a reprimanding tone. "You really do need to wait for help just for a couple more days. If we do go tomorrow you won't be on your own anyway, so what is the rush to push yourself?"
"I do not intend to be carried in and out of there tomorrow. I intend to walk."
"You are not going to pull off looking totally healthy, so ifi that's your thought, that's not reasonable."
"No, but I can look like I'm getting better."
"Oh, agreed," he sighed, resigned. "You can stay down here for awhile, but not all evening. You don't need to overdo it."
"Brian, do you have any muggle sodas?" Khaat asked.
"Yeah, I'll go get you one. If you behave while I'm gone," Brian said.
"Fine," she agreed.