Relieved that he was not opposed to her addition, Tabitha signed it herself and then puzzled out how best to get him to be able to add his as well. Standing, she moved toward the bed and perched herself on the very edge next to him, though facing him. "My notebook was the only paper I had, but I will take it out and send it as soon as I finish here." She assured him.

Gently she reached out for his right hand, assuming he was right-handed without actually thinking about it. She pressed the quill into his hand and then moved the notebook forward, giving him time to adjust accordingly. When it appeared like he was ready, she tentatively covered her hand with his and moved until the quill was pressed against the notebook she held out, before removing her hand back to her lap. All he hand to do was sign.

Retrospectively, this was not as awkward as she was making it out to be. Tabitha had, simply by the nature of her occupation, been very up close and personal with her patients and she was making a big deal out of nothing. At least she hoped so, she would hate to come across as unprofessional.