The weight of her hospital stay was still pressing down on her. It had been such a mess. In hindsight, she should have just asked for help sooner, but even now, with Amaryllis providing her with correctly-brewed Dreamless Sleep potions, she was leery. She thought of writing to Noble to thank him for his help, for having to endure such an awkward situation, but wasn't sure anymore whether or not she could do such things.

Elias was a bit easier to reach out to, things having been awkward there too, but she knew she wanted to reconnect and make sure they were okay. On the surface things seemed fine, but there had to be lingering questions and feelings on the matter she would rather clear up sooner rather than later. So she did what she always did; made up a bouquet of flowers and packed up some sweets from the bakery down the Alley and decided to pop by his workshop unannounced. She had a pretty green vase to go with the multi-colored carnations, knowing he was still using random pitchers and jars for her continued displays of affection. It was homey, of course, and she loved the mismatched collection, but she really liked the color on this vase and thought he would too.

Scooting around to the open door of the workshop, Daff had been lost in thought about how she wanted to approach this, that it took her a second to register there were two voices coming from inside the workshop. Her pace instantly slowed and she paused, knowing she didn't want to interrupt. She recognized the second voice as Irene's and she also recognized there was a seriousness in the conversation emanating from the windows. The words weren't clear, but the tone was; she should go.

Briefly she looked for a good spot to leave the vase and treats for Elias to find whenever he came out next, but couldn't see anywhere obvious. With the intent not to listen to whatever they were talking about, Daff decided that the windowsill would have to do. What she should have done was just leave and try again later; the sight that she caught a glimpse of through the windowpane had her inhaling sharply. She stumbled over something, a discarded shovel, (hers of course) and both the vase and sweets went crashing down to the ground. Sighing softly, she thought of just disapparating, but that would be the coward's way out. Instead she bent to start cleaning up the mess, which naturally led to her picking up the pieces and slicing her finger open on one. Hissing out an oath under her breath, Daff reached for her handkerchief to stem the blood flow, quickly piling the glass on top to clear it up.

As soon as Elias came through the door she started in a steady stream, "I'm sorry, I was just trying to leave this. I didn't want to interrupt and I'm sorry that I did. Let me just clean this up and I'll be going." She said it all in a rushed whisper, blush as evident on her cheeks as the panic in her eyes.