"Brian," Khaat said gently. "I know how much you've sacrificed and put into this, but I really do need to let me catch these idiots."
"Oh? You do? And how, pray tell, do you plan on doing that when you could have left a blood trail from Venice all they way here, my dear?" he asked calmly, not allowing himself to get rattled. Not yet.
"Brian," she reached for his hand. He went over and took her hand and sat with her. "It took me all my life to get a man I could trust to be a good father to my daughter. I refuse to lose you. This is my fight. For whatever reason, its mine...."
"No," he kissed her hand. "Its ours. Not alone. Not ever again. Together. For now, just for now, lets just take a break. Breathe. Let the wizarding world go on around us and let us just be ourselves. It really is okay to breathe in between the scrapping to get the air in the first place."
That made her smile. He was right. They spent so much time trying to find a moent of peace that now that they had it, it was alright to pause. It was alright to stop for one moment.
"You're right. BUt if she comes back, I won't back down," Khaat said.
"If either of them come back, you'll follow my lead," Brian insisted.
"Do I have to stay here?" she sighed.
"No. You want to go downstairs? If so, I'll take you."
"I can walk."
"You said you understood this thing. Off your feet. Your father's orders. Otherwise, you'll bleed out."
"Oh, yeah."
He got her robe and laid it on her lap. He carried her downstairs to the sofa and laid her there. He accio'd pillows and a light blanket for her and made her comfortable there. "Now, behave," he told her.
"When do I not?" she looked at him.
"When do you?" he replied.