Though she was the healer among them, Faustus had to push back the urge to turn the question back onto her - she’d answered it, after all, but he did not have the utmost confidence in her colleagues, despite having been tended to by them with no complaints before this moment. “I shall endeavor to rest more,” he replied with a grin. No doubt she would ask the next time they saw each other. “But I hope you can rest easy knowing that I’ve quite recovered.”That was partially true. He was unlikely to let her know how worried he’d been for her when he realized he wouldn’t be able to see her until today. And he most certainly would not let his mother know this fact either. He could only imagine the meddling that would take place after the fact, especially since Mrs. Bagshot ran in the same circles as his mother and Hermione.

Talking of Mrs. Bagshot - she had drifted over to chat with Faustus inquiring after Harriet and Hermione to which Faustus responded in kind that he would pass her good wishes onto them. Though Faustus dutifully turned his full attention to Mrs. Bagshot, his gaze would occasionally flicker back to Miss Skovgaard, a small smile tugging at his lips as he did so.

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