Oak took his time getting to me, concerned more for what else might be in the cellar. But he was thorough, I'll give him that. Meticulously clearing a path, before getting to me and helping shift our junk off me.
He didn't speak, but worked methodically keeping his eye on the rest of the cellar. Once I was free of bags and boxes, he called out to Robert. “Come and help your father.”
I could see him and Mary at the top, whispering, but he came right away, dashing down the stairs and helping me to my wobbly feet.
