She needed food. That was certain.
What wasn't certain was how February managed to skip a meal; despite all the work that needed to be done, surely Mrs. Harding hadn't neglected to feed her. A woman who showered him with sweets as a thanks did not seem the sort to forget a simple task such as meal preparation.
"Would you like me to call a healer?" he said, brows furrowed lips pulled into a tight line. "It's not usual for a woman of your health"—and situation, given that he felt no corpse under her bodice—"to faint in the evening. My medical training might be limited, but I'm sure of that much." He was not a doter by nature, but observant he was.
What wasn't certain was how February managed to skip a meal; despite all the work that needed to be done, surely Mrs. Harding hadn't neglected to feed her. A woman who showered him with sweets as a thanks did not seem the sort to forget a simple task such as meal preparation.
"Would you like me to call a healer?" he said, brows furrowed lips pulled into a tight line. "It's not usual for a woman of your health"—and situation, given that he felt no corpse under her bodice—"to faint in the evening. My medical training might be limited, but I'm sure of that much." He was not a doter by nature, but observant he was.
— set by MJ! —