Perhaps her sense had finally kicked in, or perhaps she was just too tired to continue bickering, but she let Regina's pouting go by without comment. She would talk about their issues when she could trust her own mind; she was headstrong and liked herself that way, and was not about to give into her friend's complaints simply because she was out of commission! She pushed herself into a more 'conversational' sitting position, but found herself still weak.

"Sounds like an adventure indeed," she teased lightly, her eyes drifting down to the sheets that covered her body. It was nearly two months ago that she found herself in a hospital bed for entirely different reasons, with an entirely different person, and with an entirely different outcome. She had written Mr. Gladstone the day before, and had yet to receive a response from him. The thought that he'd moved on from her lingered in her mind; she knew it was for the best, but the prospect hurt her heart no less.

"I've recently been in the Hebrides," she commented casually, "I've been working for Malcolm MacFusty as a research assistant. It's a far cry from my original ambitions, but it works."

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