Enoch, having spent precisely zero effort in finding out anything further about his pretty saviour had, nonetheless, spent a deal of time thinking about her as he lay in the Infirmary convalescing. He seldom met young ladies that were actually what one would call useful. Indeed, he shared with his sister the opinion that most young ladies had any sense and practicality removed from their brains at the point of coming out, and yet this girl had known precisely how to help and had no dallied in doing just that.

It went to show that if a woman had to work then it ought to be something nurturing, as was their nature, rather than his sort of work which led to oddities like Connolly.

“I’m sure I’ll be quite safe in your hands Dilys,” he replied with a charming smile, lifting himself deftly from the bed to the wheelchair he had been provided with using the pulleys above his head. He had practiced it three times in the last hour so the transition was smooth and, he hoped, effortless.

“I’ve never had to wait for anything to heal the natural way before,” he said grimly, eyes on his wrapped up ankle. “It’s quite tedious so I’m glad of the company.”

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Indecently attractive set by MJ