Richard had been able to deduce where his errant friend was thanks to the flowers she had sent back with his last letter. Respecting her wish to remain hidden, he had gone about his daily business as usual.
Then Miss Scrimgeour had been brought in apparently very much the worse for wear by other healers accounts. He hadn’t been able to go to see her just yet. He had his own duties to attend to and he was well aware of how society liked to talk. Not that he much cared, really. Besides, he was sure Miss Scrimgeour probably just wanted to be left alone. She’d been through quite the trial.
He couldn’t resist the need to be absolutely sure that while she might not be all right, she was on the path of healing. Knocking on the door gently, he then let himself into the hospital room. “We need to stop meeting like this,” were the first words out of his mouth as he recalled that other moment almost a year ago.
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