”Miss Skovgaard,” He replied, his expression sober. As he reflected on the events at the Sanditon. Poor Mr. and Mrs. Thompsett who had not even had a chance when the hurricane hit. Though he believed her to be an accomplished healer, he could recognize the guilt that he had often felt when he lost someone in the midst of a case reflected in her eyes. The pain was evident, regret even more so.
”You did very well on Sunday.” He said. ”I know I’m neither your superior nor someone who has known you long enough to even begin to gain your esteem,” Why was there a swooping sensation in his stomach once he said that? ”But I’ve seen more accomplished healers deal with far less pressure and being unable to operate under as much grace as you did.” He’d been in that position during the days preceding the death of his wife. Pain briefly flashed across his expression before he settled his features, and gave her a wan smile.
”There was nothing you could do to save Mrs. Thompsett from her fate, nor Mr. Thompsett from the pain of losing his wife.” His words were quiet - pointed, but empathetic all the same, knowing that he had been in a similar position Mr. Thompsett was in.
”You did very well on Sunday.” He said. ”I know I’m neither your superior nor someone who has known you long enough to even begin to gain your esteem,” Why was there a swooping sensation in his stomach once he said that? ”But I’ve seen more accomplished healers deal with far less pressure and being unable to operate under as much grace as you did.” He’d been in that position during the days preceding the death of his wife. Pain briefly flashed across his expression before he settled his features, and gave her a wan smile.
”There was nothing you could do to save Mrs. Thompsett from her fate, nor Mr. Thompsett from the pain of losing his wife.” His words were quiet - pointed, but empathetic all the same, knowing that he had been in a similar position Mr. Thompsett was in.