At her admission that she was alright Percy felt a small trickle of relief, surprising him. It appeared that no matter what he did he still worried for his old friend. He had begun to suspect such a thing over their letters, but now he was almost certain of it. But Maggie was recently widowed. She’d loved her husband and had children to look after now. Percy was in no position to act the fool yet again. But that didn’t mean they couldn’t be friends, that he couldn’t have some small trickle of concern over a friend. He didn’t linger on the fact that that too felt a lie.

Instead he focused on the situation at hand. “When it did last pass by?” He asked, his gaze flicking to the window she had been perched out. Better to have a glimpse at it before diving into a situation. Parts of Irvingly were still wild enough to attract any number of unwanted wild creatures.