[ Early September still sees Trahearne recovering, hours listlessly lying in his hammock wishing for mundane dreams that will allow him a full nights' rest. Hours where he lies there, debating with himself whether he should call sleep a wash and crack open one of his many books. Flipping back through the journals and reading and analyzing every single word and curve of everyone's handwriting until he runs out of things to read. To think about.
So when he sees a new message, one specifically meant for him, he brightens a little. Even if the context and meaning behind the message isn't exactly the most joyous. ]
Beatrix,
I'm delighted to hear from you. Ori has come to see me, yes - she provided me with some potions, and we talked through a few things from the night of the incident. I'm still healing, in multiple senses, but I hope to be up and about in a few days' time.
How are you doing? The fight was not easy for any of us, but I hope your recovery has been smooth.
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So when he sees a new message, one specifically meant for him, he brightens a little. Even if the context and meaning behind the message isn't exactly the most joyous. ]
Beatrix,
I'm delighted to hear from you. Ori has come to see me, yes - she provided me with some potions, and we talked through a few things from the night of the incident. I'm still healing, in multiple senses, but I hope to be up and about in a few days' time.
How are you doing? The fight was not easy for any of us, but I hope your recovery has been smooth.
- Trahearne.