Brian finished packing the bag that he'd brought with them to Tuscany. He had well equipped them this time so that in the future they would not have to bring a bag. The house was done. It had given him something to do in his downtime. It had been necessary for him to work. To work off his frustration and rage.
One day had turned into two. Two had turned to three, then four, and then five. It had been pure hell for both of them. He had brought Khaat here to have a safe place alone to deal with her demons. She had done her best to run him off, to let her fight the battle totally alone. But he knew better. He had refused utterly. He wasn't going anywhere. He wasn't leaving her to walk this fire alone.
And it had been hideous. He wasnt sure what had been worse--her efforts to keep it contained, or what it actually looked like once it had been set free. The screaming had been endless. The torture of her own mind had seemed bottomless. Her thoughts had been all muddled between what, at the time had been past and present. Between hallucination and reality. And it all was terrifying.
It had all come hopelessly unravelled for her when she had finally exhausted herself. He had pushed her that day. He had pushed her to go down to the beach and go swim until she wore herself out. Well, she had fallen asleep on her own, as he had hoped, but it had relaxed her enough that her horrors slipped through her defenses, as strong as they were, and she had awakened in the middle of the night. Her endless blood curdling screams had jolted him wide awake. That had been the beginning of a whole new chapter of the nightmare.
That had been between day one and day two. The madness then unleashed had seened to need to play itself out. For hours, all there had been was screaming. Endless screaming. Then the pain set in. The mental agony of it pushed out past the fear. The whole time he was with her, he had made only one mistake, but it had not been a small one. He'd brought her a glass of fruit juice and left her to try to relax just a bit. But leaving her alone had been the error. She had broken the glass deliberately, and even though he'd heard the glass break, by the time he'd gotten back to her, she'd slashed her wrists repeatedly and deeply. He'd had to wrestle the glass from her, sedate her, and heal her wrists. She had worn heavy bandages for days. They were looking better now, and he did not expect them to scar. He had put spells in place to prevent that. Still, she tended to hide her wrists with long sleeved blouses and sweaters.
His fighting with her with the shard of glass had released her tears finally. Finally. And the tears had lasted for days. He had gotten her to talk. It hadn't been easy. The memories of it had been powerful and had made her sick. He'd had to take a day and nurse her through that as well. It seemed like every bodily system she had had revolted and rebelled against her. She had lost more weight, a problem she did not need. Her face had taken a ghastly gray color, and he was fearful that this was just too much for her.
And then, a couple days ago, the tide had finally turned. And he wasn't sure why. All he had done was love her. That was all. Just love. She had awakened a couple days ago with a new quietness. It was a sort of an emptyness. But it wasn't the torture that had been holding her hostage. He wasn't sure where all that ugliness had gone, but it seemed to be wherever hurricanes went. Maybe it had just spent itself out. He wasn't sure.
So, now, yesterday and today, he had simply taken good care of her. Loved her, fed her, held her, kept her warm and close to him. She was capable of speech again now, but she seemed to have nothing to say. That was so much better than where they had been. He was fine with her not being talkative. It was a step forward.
He had found her beginning to hover in the nursery that Brian had had made for the girls. She had been staring at photos of Abbey. It was time to go home. She wasn't entirely ready, but her pull to Abbey was strong. He could not see that staying here would do her any more good. Not right now. So, while she was sitting quietly in the sun, reading, he packed while he could keep an eye on her. He zipped the bag shut.
"Khaat? You ready to go?" he called. He watched her rise from her lounge chair and come inside.
"Yes," she said softly. He waved his wand to secure the house until they needed it again. He wrapped her close to him and flicked his wand. He was taking her home.
They apparated into the living room of the Cornwall house. He was bracing himself to see how she would respond now being back at home.