[Making her rounds in the clinics once she'd arrived back in the village, Adele hat noticed Luke sequestered, out cold, in his own room. Tended to by Ami, and that wasn't at all a surprise, but. That lingering remorse. That regret. She couldn't do more than poke her head in to ensure that he was still breathing and sleeping well before moving on to the next patient. Then the next. So on and so forth for the next few hours until she'd passed out elsewhere for the remainder of the night.
This morning, though, she knocks, a peace offering in hand. It wasn't so early that he'd still be sleeping. Then again, exhaustion does alter one's normal patterns of rest.
That would be a fantastic way to open an apology, by waking a wounded man when he'd rather rest.]
[Action] June 25th, Morning
This morning, though, she knocks, a peace offering in hand. It wasn't so early that he'd still be sleeping. Then again, exhaustion does alter one's normal patterns of rest.
That would be a fantastic way to open an apology, by waking a wounded man when he'd rather rest.]