*Victoria's capacity to invade Regulus' privacy is truly remarkable, her letter arriving just as he has begun to undress to take another look at his knee now that he has made it back into the country. He had patched himself up fairly well before leaving Albania considering his limited prowess at Healing, but the joint still looks swollen. He is so exhausted that he can hardly stand and the tapping and the pair of eyes staring at him through the glass nearly puts an end to him. He steps hastily back into his trousers and lets the bird in with great reluctance. His own owl hoots softly in greeting from it's cage in the corner, but Regulus tries to ignore them both as he scans Victoria's hand and pens a response. He feels it watching him, gathering humiliating data about his skinny pale limbs and sea salt course hair to bring back along with his reply, and he lets it go with a short word to from now on, please deliver all post to the kitchen.*
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