Nearly six whole days had come and gone and Daffy still hadn't plucked up the courage to try the workshop. Her mantle was mostly carnations now, another popping into the third vase as she looked up from her desk.

Almost as many letters as days had been drafted and discarded. They littered the floor around her; some just a paragraph, one entire letter, but it felt like cheating to try and write it all down. Though it had served to help her organize her thoughts, Daff knew there was just too much to say to leave it up to the lack of tone in a letter. Daff knew what she wanted to say, she'd known that before the disaster of a few days ago. She had wanted to explain the hospital, her sleeping problems, Noble, everything, which had been her whole reason for going in the first place. But now there was another layer, the apology for her behavior, the explanation behind it. Daff struggled to put those into words.

The piece of parchment beneath her quill was still blank, the words were stuck, stalled in the jumble of emotions she couldn't seem to quell. Sighing in frustration, she sat back in her chair, the scar on her finger catching her eye as she let the quill fall. Idly she ran her thumb along the long thin line. It brought on a sudden sense of remorse and shame that nearly brought tears to her eyes. If she had just kept her composure, had just let Elias and Irene help, she wouldn't have made such a big mess of everything. It wouldn't have been a good time to address the hospital, but at least she wouldn't have left a wake of disaster behind her. Now she had even more to apologize for and it was weighing her down.

She was going to break the silence first, she knew it, but she also realized she should be the one to do it. His patience for her could only stretch so far and she knew she was testing the limit. It wasn't fair of her to expect him to either. She had tried desperately not to make any of this difficult for him, but had inadvertently done just that and she regretted it deeply.

Tomorrow, tomorrow she would go and try to fix everything. As bad as the embarrassment was, the panic, the guilt and the unease running through her veins, nothing compared to how much she simply missed him. Daff couldn't remember the last time she had gone more than a day or two without seeing him. The dull ache of that combined with everything else would sink her sooner than later, so tomorrow it was.