I'm quietly dreading it. Lots of blankets and layers to avoid the fireplace for a while yet. I'm hoping that if I keep my back to it it won't haunt me as much. I spent a lot of time in the cave staring at the flames while Mr. MacFusty slept, and, considering how ill he was, he slept a lot.

As long as you don't wind up in the beast division she might still be able to check in on you. She knows how to heal just about anything after dealing with me all this time. I know a few things too, rudimentary field first aid. She's always horrified by my work, but it gets the job done.

That's good to know. I ... cannot cook. At all. I've tried many, many times and it doesn't end up well. Cleaning is more my speed, which works out well with her and I. What's it like living in a boarding house?

This case file is intense with the shorthand. Definitely a challenging puzzle, especially when accompanied by wine. (Only one glass, my senses are not at all dulled. You can tell your brother that if he asks.) I'm going to enjoy figuring out the cipher tomorrow.