July 21st, 1888
Eavan,
I would never push something on to you that you are not comfortable with, Eavan. I want you to know that. And though I know it is still far to early to worry about such things, I would very much like to see you be my wife. But.. we've time for that..
My ankle is stable for the most part. I'll have a crutch for awhile then perhaps a cane for just a bit until I can rebuild it's full strength. I should be fine in time though and shouldn't have a limp or need of a cane for the remainder of my life. It was a fairly clean break though definitely on the large scale of things. I'm to a point where I rarely need a pain potion though. Unless I've been on it too much. And I've yet to hear from anyone or see anyone else. It's almost as if those of us from the expedition are in isolation of a sense. Though, some were showing signs of malaria so their best kept in quarantine for the safety of everyone else.
I'm sorry you're so bored though. I sincerely wish I could be there with you. Talking in person would surely be more entertaining than simply writing letters. Is there anything I can do for you? I can have Abigail retrieve supplies of any sort so they can be sent to you.
Yours,
Fletcher
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