Khaat followed them inside and left Archangel to his fish. Her parents had kept the evening meal very simple but elegant. Her mother's homemade chicken soup, fresh hot crusty bread from Sparks, a very elegant tossed salad, and for dessert a beautiful hot deep dish peach pie that was still warm. Simple comfort foods.
She noticed that her father guided all the dinner conversation, quietly, and subtley but it was there. He wanted no stress over dinner. He wanted her to eat. He wanted her to start to relax and destress. She passed on the salad. It just didn't appeal to her edgy stomach. But she did enjoy the soup and part of a piece of bread. She noticed her father's careful monitoring of what she ate and how much. It didnt' really bother her. He was just doing his job.
"Khaat," Robert said, as she picked at a slice of the deep dish peach pie with the cinnamon crumble top, "I do want you to go to bed early, Dear. Heaven only knows when you slept last." She looked up at him, not wanting to betray to him, with her quick glance that she was more afraid of her dreams than of her reality. But he had seen in an instant. "Don't worry. I"ve got you covered," he smiled softly. "You won't dream tonight. I"m positive." he had a potion that would allow her to sleep without dreams. It wasn't a standard sleeping potion, but it was very effective. And the regular sleeping potion was a frightening thought.
"We won't leave you," Brian laid his hand on hers. "I promise. I'll be awake all night. If you start to dream, I'll wake you up. I promise. Deal?" He was telling her she couldn't stay awake forever. They were going to make sure it ended here and now. She looked back at her pie, not responding. She felt him squeeze her hand lovingly. Reluctantly, she nodded.