"I am not a doctor, Brodie, and this is not a hospital. This is my home, and you have been receiving medical treatment here, yes. Please, come back to bed. You must rest," Xavier urged and once again held his hand out to help Brodie. Thankfully, there came no protests. Brodie was visible weak and a little pale, but he had a little more colour in his cheeks to the previous days. He had been on constant IV fluids and the nurses Xavier had employed had taken good care of him. Asher sat with him for hours on end, and then retreated when hunger began to him. As hard as it was for him to remove himself from Brodie's presence when he wanted to protect him, it was for the best that he had developed enough control to not be an immediate threat to Brodie's well-being.

Confusion was the main sensation he was getting off Brodie right now. There were the snaps of emotion coming now whereas before, any Kindred in his presence would just have been getting an overwhelming sensation of sickness. Once Brodie was back in bed, Xavier poured him a glass of water from the crystal jug by the bed. "Sip that slowly. You rush, it may make you ill." He sat down in the armchair by the bed then, crossing his legs over. "You are here because of Asher, Brodie. He has asked me to talk to you about many things of importance, however only if you are feeling up to it. You also much know that you are not being held here against your will. Should you wish not to stay, you are free to leave and my driver can take you anywhere you wish."