Adrienne might have been too busy worrying that she’d correctly dressed his wound to notice any reaction, however she tilted her head up at the last second and caught his wince. Her own expression crumpled sympathetically as she looked back down at the dressing; was prepared to hover over it a bit more, perhaps fix whatever had pained him, but he asked her more questions instead. “Reading and chess,” She replied, still eyeing her handiwork. “I’m quite competitive when it comes to the latter, and my brother gets tired of being beat all the time.” She let out a conspiratorial laugh. “Though I suspect he lets me win some times because he either doesn’t know how to play better than I or doesn’t want to; so he relents to shorten our matches.”

Her second answer saw her sober considerably as she weighed how much to tell him. In the end, she thought it would be best to pull back. After all, she wasn’t sure how close Mr. Gallivan and her husband had been, and she didn’t want to cross any boundaries. “I interned with a midwife and healers for a summer or two.” She decided upon. “Along with it, I learned a few useful, universal spells which have come in handy from time to time.”

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