July 21st, 1888
Fletcher,
I know you wouldn't have, you've been wonderful in that respect, but I would have if you'd wanted it. I'm not quite as stubborn as my father, I can compromise. Fortunately we seem to be on the same page and it doesn't seem to be an issue.
I'm glad to hear you're expected to make a full recovery and that is no longer pains you. I'm hoping for the same over here, though it's slow going. I do expect some lovely scars. They've started using some dittany on the last of the puncture wounds to help close them up, but this last one is stubborn apparently, and very uncomfortable. I suppose it's a relief that nobody else has come in? Is the fog still looming over town?
I'm alright, I wouldn't want to be a nuisance. I shouldn't complain, it could be much worse. The staff have found me a couple books to read and have even asked for my opinion on a creature-induced case where they couldn't identify the bite. I've been doing a little sketching and a lot of sleeping. Whatever they're giving me for the pain makes me incredibly tired. Speaking of, it's certainly time for a nap. Hopefully you'll be out soon and can come visit.
Affectionately,
Eavan
Eavan
