It wasn't exactly an invitation in, but Jess took it anyway, pushing open the door, bouquet in hand. He was greeted by an amusing sight, Miss Abernathy wrapped up in several layers of blankets, despite the August heat.The chuckle that escaped was unintentional, but he couldn't help it.

"My apologies, I didn't mean to intrude," He had, but he supposed his presence wasn't all that important at the moment either. "And I can come back later," He'd already done it once and would again if necessary. "But you weren't answering my letters and now I know why." His expression was a mix of a charming smile and sympathy, but concern lingered behind his eyes. He was relieved to see her home and alive at least.