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[youngandhealthy]

Molly is still pale, but well on her way to recovery. She's wrapped in a large, woolen shawl, and is wandering about the Mansion, looking for something or someone to distract herself with. She is long done with bedrest, and mostly done with the illness. Though she's still trying to duck anyone who might try to order her back to bed.

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[dearcousin]

"Oh!" Ada had been considering going to visit Molly, as Richard had suggested. But apparently that won't be necessary, as here she is. "Molly!"

[youngandhealthy]

"Miss Ada," she smiles a bit. "I hope ye've been well. How are you and your fine gentleman, hm?"

[dearcousin]

"Oh... we're well, thank you," she says shyly. "But how are you? I"

[youngandhealthy]

"Well enough, my lady, well enough."

[dearcousin]

"Are you sure?"

[youngandhealthy]

"Aye. A bit weary still, but tis the illness lingering. Tis mostly gone."

[dearcousin]

She smiles. "Oh, good."

[youngandhealthy]

"I thankee for your kind wishes. Truly."

[dearcousin]

She nods. "I'm sorry I didn't call on you before."

[youngandhealthy]

"I did not expect it, my lady," she laughs a bit. "Though it is well to see ye, you have your own business needs attending."

[dearcousin]

"That you did not expect it speaks ill enough of me," she replies worriedly. "I would I could agree that I had business of my own, but I fear even that is not so."

[youngandhealthy]

"Nay, nay! If I know Mr. Carstone, he kept you busy enough with his own trouble. He's where your heart is, miss."

[dearcousin]

"He is not trouble," she protests, but the last she does not deny.

[youngandhealthy]

"No, but he is often in trouble, miss."

[dearcousin]

"Well, yes," she concedes, unable to hold back a little smile.

[youngandhealthy]

"But not at present, I take it?"