She'd gone into the hospital before her shift? Faustus stared at her, surprise on his face before he remembered his place and attempted to rearrange his features into something a bit more polite. It was rather difficult though, more so than it should be given the fact that he'd had to have this talk with multiple of his own employees. While it only made him more grateful for their dedication to their work, it also seemed to be the cause of a great deal of stress when he knew his employees were perhaps only doing the bare minimum. Faustus himself was hardly one to judge, seeing as that had once been him at the height of his quest to clear his father's name.

While he didn't doubt the healers at the hospital - of course, he shouldn't be seeing as both he and his employees had gotten patched up there more than their fair share of times - he had the frightening urge to try and convince her to see someone again. But no, that would merely seem like he held little faith in the healers at the hospitals. So instead he nodded, wanting to ask her if she was sure and instead, saying, "I'm relieved you're alright, then."

And then, against his better judgment, "I hope you've managed to get a good day's rest from work since then?"

It really wasn't his place to ask her such things, he knew, but the concern Faustus felt mounting in his chest had completely erased all forms of propriety that he'd been drilled on since he was a child. Merlin, what was wrong with him?

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