Daffy had protested, but then of course she had. Letting anyone help her was obviously a foreign notion to her. (Her unexpected hospital stay was still too fresh in his mind; if Elias had been inattentive then, he would not be accused of it twice.)
“I wasn’t expecting anyone,” Elias interjected, suppressing a sigh: he hadn’t been expecting either of them, let alone both, but he had no patience for hearing excuses. They knew they were welcome whenever they liked; this was just... an unfortunate coincidence. “And you’re not in the way,” he added to Daffy, as she dropped her hand from his. “We’ll wrap it up and I’ll take you to your sister’s myself.” But he swore to Merlin, if she left like this –
In any case, Irene had already ceded the space, set about looking for the bandages – Elias stepped over to grab one. As he did, he offered Irene a look of his own, I’m really sorry in his eyes. Their conversation hadn’t been finished; he had had more questions about the letter, and her inheritance; there was something else she had wanted to say. “The rest of it will keep, won’t it?” He asked Irene, with a searching gaze. “And I’m happy for you,” he added, which was about as much as he could say on the letters she’d showed him now; her news was hers to tell. But he would go see her later, if she liked – surely a little more time to ponder her situation would be good for them both.
And Daffy had brought him flowers, and he couldn’t fathom why, if there was some particular reason for them – but he didn’t want her to ever feel like a nuisance here. He paced back towards her, look softening, and held out his hand for hers, so that he could at least staunch the bleeding better before they took her to her sister’s. He’d sliced his own hands open enough on his tools, over the years; the wound fazed him far less than all the lingering tension in the air.
“I wasn’t expecting anyone,” Elias interjected, suppressing a sigh: he hadn’t been expecting either of them, let alone both, but he had no patience for hearing excuses. They knew they were welcome whenever they liked; this was just... an unfortunate coincidence. “And you’re not in the way,” he added to Daffy, as she dropped her hand from his. “We’ll wrap it up and I’ll take you to your sister’s myself.” But he swore to Merlin, if she left like this –
In any case, Irene had already ceded the space, set about looking for the bandages – Elias stepped over to grab one. As he did, he offered Irene a look of his own, I’m really sorry in his eyes. Their conversation hadn’t been finished; he had had more questions about the letter, and her inheritance; there was something else she had wanted to say. “The rest of it will keep, won’t it?” He asked Irene, with a searching gaze. “And I’m happy for you,” he added, which was about as much as he could say on the letters she’d showed him now; her news was hers to tell. But he would go see her later, if she liked – surely a little more time to ponder her situation would be good for them both.
And Daffy had brought him flowers, and he couldn’t fathom why, if there was some particular reason for them – but he didn’t want her to ever feel like a nuisance here. He paced back towards her, look softening, and held out his hand for hers, so that he could at least staunch the bleeding better before they took her to her sister’s. He’d sliced his own hands open enough on his tools, over the years; the wound fazed him far less than all the lingering tension in the air.
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