Brian had been home and had changed, shaved, tended all the animals, but did it partly to work off his anger and frustration with himself. He had brought Archangel back with him, hoping that Khaat might enjoy seeing him. Archangel always cheered her up.
Brian had fixed a bag for her too, and he knew that if anyone would have looked in his bag, they would have wondered if he had packed for the Queen herself. He had reduced everything and when Rob had stepped out, he had gone in and had, basically, redecorated the room for her, filling it with all her favorite things. Escept one. He had deliberately not brought Remus's portrait. That, he knew, would be far too painful for her right now. While she slept, he had deepened her sleep with a deep sleep spell, and had changed her into her own glamorous silk gown, had changed the sheets to crisp white Egyptian cotton ones trimmed in handmade Irish lace and ribbons and seed pearls. He'd found cashmere blankets for her, and had bought her the best of everything. The plastic water glass had been replaced with a crystal one. He'd filled the room with roses at every turn. He placed delicately scented candles around the room, and put a bowl of her favorite chocolate truffles on the bedside table.
He wanted her to know she was as far from being in hell as she could be. He wanted her to remember she was loved. Much.