I hope this letter finds you doing well in this fog. I fear it is my turn to write for advice, not just pleasantries. Your sister-in-law has reached out to me offering services as a trained nurse. While I do not doubt her abilities, I did not hear as to whether or not you had seen her recently; I was hoping you could be a reliable judge of character for me.

With the fog diminishing magic, it would be incredibly helpful to have her assistance in case of emergencies, but I do not wish to bring any harm to any of my staff or patience if she were unable to handle herself. How do you think she would fair under the pressure of the hospital.

Please stay safe.

I confess that I know relatively little of healers and their training, but if you think she would be of use in these difficult times, do not hesitate to make use of her. Your duty, you must remember, is to your patients and not perception, and I do not believe Miss Potter to be a danger to anyone, provided she is well-fed.

Yours,

To be quite honest, I was leaning in the direction of taking her on temporarily, but I needed some confirmation on her character over her abilities. Thank you for easing an old man's hesitations.

I hope all is well with you and the children. I also hope to see you soon.

I am happy that I could be of some help in easing your concerns. Also, you're not what I would call old, Mr. Keene, and it is unbecoming to fish for compliments.

Yours,

Your kind words are much appreciated. I admit I am not very good with receiving compliments, nor was that my intention with my statement. Perhaps I am just feeling old as of late with all of this added pressure thanks to the fog. I am quite looking forward to this entire debacle being over with.