Febby hissed out a little complaint as he ran his thumb over her knuckles. The spot was tender, but she appreciated the sentiment all the same. "Oddly, I feel better after that." She admitted as she retracted her hand, setting it gently atop her forgotten book simply for a safe place to rest. "At least we're on the same page then." Since the first time they'd met.

"Was there anything else you needed me to look at, or Lydia for that matter?" Astonishingly, her maid was still standing, though admittedly bright red as she leaned against the fence for support. There was no doubt in her mind that Febs would hear about this later from her maid, but fortunately for her, Lydia wasn't too much older than herself and didn't have the tendency to go running to her mother. Febby would be kidding herself if she thought her mother wouldn't hear about it though. That she was not looking forward to.