"Just one moment," Robert said. "I will check on her, but first things first. Khaat's had a very, very close call. Her mother needs to know she's looking a bit better." He walked to the kitchen where Kate was busying herself by cleaning an already clean kitchen just to keep her hands busy.
"Kate," Robert said softly, "She's going to be alright." Kate turned on him, her eyes red from crying.
"How many times, Robert?" she demanded, furious. "How many times do we have to do this!" He wrapped her close in his arms. "Kate," he said softly, "She was really lucky. It looked a lot worse than it was. She has a signficant concussion and a lot of broken ribs. There are some internal injuries to her chest. That seemed to take the worst of the whole thing. No broken limbs. Although there are more bruised bones and just general bruises than I can count. She has a lot of bruised vertebrae in her spine. The bottom line is that she missed having to have surgery by the skin of her teeth. She's going to be in a lot of pain for several days. But, by rights, by the size of that tree, she should have been killed."
"What would she ever do if she didn't have you?" she asked very softly, hiding in his neck.
"Why do you do that? Why do you ask yourself unnecessary questions?" he stroked her hair lovingly.
"Can I see her? Please?"
"Of course. She's unconscious, but Brian is with her. Go on up," he smiled at her. She nodded, trying to smile. He brushed away her tears, and she went up to Khaat's room. He stood silently in the kitchen for a moment, needing just a moment's break to reduce his own stress before he did anything else. "Steven," he called, "Has anyone been able to stable that horse and groom it so it doesn't catch cold from being out in the rain?"