Khaat was accustomed now to Robert's ritual of him laying his hand on her forehead and checking her before he did much of anything else. She scarely noticed it, sipping on her coffee as he worked.
"Well, you are stronger. And I hear you are actually eating--or attempting to. Much better. I want you working on trying to walk, as you can tolerate it," he told her.
"She's working on it," Brian said, "She's just not real speedy yet, but she's trying."
"She has to do better than that,"Robert frowned.
"It's coming." Brian said.
"Good," Robert said. "Come and stand up with me, Khaat." He helped her up. "Much, much better. That's worlds better than a couple days ago. How far can you walk?"
"Not far enough," she said. He walked her a few steps across the patio, and felt himself taking on more of her slight body weight all the time. "Hm...Not so much yet. Ok. As you were, then." He walked her back, and by the time he got her back to the lounge chair, he was supporting her almost entirely. He put her back gently. "That's going to take some work, Khaat. You gave Rob far too much of yourself. This is going to take time. You should have known that even though I don't like him, I'd have never let him die."
"All I saw was him in a pool of blood," she said softly. "I just reacted."
"Maybe so, but you would not have done that for a stranger. And if you would have, I need to re-educate you about being a healer."
"I hear you," she said.
"Do you?
"Yes," she said, yawing. She dozed off an instant later.
"Don't let her sleep for hours out her and burn, Guys," Robert said, going into the house and upstairs to see Abbey.