Febs,

Your first punch was certainly less endearing, but I admit I asked for the second; hopefully the next time I'm on the receiving end of your violence, it will in the midst of passion rather than anger. Even through my robes you left claw marks on my shoulders, you vixen.

I may be able to write, but it all depends on whether (1) the path is safe enough to do so, (2) our supplies will include plentiful parchment, and (3) I'm provided with means of delivering it. We still have a few days more, lover. I will not disappear without a goodbye letter.

Sleep well. I'll be up late finishing paperwork.

Love,