Brian had just put Abbey on his shoulder when he heard a loud sound from Khaat's room. He apparated upstairs and found her on the floor.
"Khaat! What did you do?" he flew to put Abbey in her bassinet and then raced back to Khaat.
"I need to be able to be up," she said quietly, trying to hide her frustration.
"Babe," he knelt beside her on the floor," You're not ready. It's better. Its a lot better, but you're just not ready. Its going to take time. Khaat, you've been so ill--you really to have to be patient. Well, come on. You can't stay on the floor." He picked her up easily and put her back into bed. She groaned, frustrated. "Look. We'll get you up later after breakfast. I promise.' She laid back, disappointed. "Khaat," he said, "Look at me. I promise."
And he did. He got her up several times for short intervals and helped her to a chair. She was gaining strength slowly--just not as quickly as she wanted.
He made sure that Sparks sent breakfast and lunch for both of them, and Khaat ate fairly well. He was pleased. She was making progress. When she was awake she spent her time with Abbey. Mid afternoon, he managed to help her the short distance across the hall to the doorway of Abbey's nursery. It was perfect. He's remembered exactly where she had had everything and how she had arranged it. It was wonderful. Even if she did have to hang on to him to stand. The short distance had exhausted her. He took her back to her room and back to bed, just as Abbey let out an angry squall. "Mine," Brian laughed. "You rest, Khaat. I've got it."