"All right," Giles says softly.

She heads to Giles' room. Opens the door, pads inside softly. Finds a chair, and sits.

Watches Nausicaa sleep, worrying at her lip.

In the living room:

"I'd like to hear what happened from you," Helena says.

Giles recounts the events of the past couple days. The assassination attemps on Nausicaa, the moves and countermoves. Scouting out graveyards and vampire bars, tracking down Galbraith and then Vanessa herself.

Helena nods along, frowning.

"It's quite - " he begins, then stops.

"I would keep her out of it, if I could," he says. "If we did not identify and train Slayers, they would be in no less danger."

"There must be people - who aren't children - " Rob says.

"There are," Giles says grimly. "But, quite frankly, there aren't enough of them to go around. An ordinary human, well armed and well trained and informed of the nature of vampires, could perhaps be a match for one. They could not protect a Slayer from everything that wants to kill her, and that is powerful and intelligent enough to do so. And the options for... becoming extraordinary... are themselves quite unpalatable."

Helena puts a hand on Rob's knee.

"I am under no illusions that this state of affairs is - acceptable," he says. "But there is little we can do about it. And Nausicaa - is clearly not an ordinary fifteen-year-old girl."

Rob nods reluctantly.

"We should get ready for bed, I think," he says.

The Whitlocks nod their agreement.

Nausicaa drifts back out of sleep, eventually. She's groggy and dizzy, but normally she doesn't do that thing, normally she's awake or she's not - 

She starts pushing herself up.

"Hey," Kaylee says quietly.

"Kaylee? What happened? Why do I feel - "

"Mr. Giles brought you to bed," Kaylee said.  "You had a rough night, you lost some blood - you might need - food or fluids.  How do you feel?"

"Woozy. Sore."

She nods.  "Stay in bed.  I'll have Mr. Giles bring you something, okay?"

"Okay."

She vanishes into the living room for a few moments, then returns bearing a tray with a glass of water, a plate of orange slices, and a banana.

"Here, let me..." She makes to put the tray on Nausicaa's lap.

"Mr. Giles says you need fluids, electrolytes, and iron," she says.  "Oranges and bananas for the potassium, and he's making bacon and eggs, and he has some sports drinks as well if you like those..."

"I'm pretty ravenous, so - thanks. And horribly thirsty."

She goes for the water first.

Tentative grin.  "Of course.  Let me know if you need anything, okay?"

"I will. Thanks, Kaylee."

"You're welcome."