[For Lipton]

[bennet_beauty]

Lydia had been most in distress for a great deal of time, now. It seemed as though Jane could no longer ignore the strange bumps upon her skin and would be best availed at bringing in aid. Of course, this would be far easier had she known precisely what was wrong. It seemed to be a kind of pox, but Jane was no doctor and could not be sure

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[niceofyoutoask]

Lipton would have moved like a shot to answer the door if anyone were to be pounding it like that, but hearing Miss Bennet's voice calling for him had him opening the door before he even registered moving

[bennet_beauty]

Jane did feel such a flush of relief assault her when she first laid eyes upon Carwood. Perhaps that was merely what she told herself as her cheeks were surely not flushed from relief.She entered and followed, allowing Liddy to grasp at Carwood's hands, seemingly eager to transfer into his grasp, but she was quick to reign her back. "When I was young, I experienced them," she confirmed, trying to keep Liddy away from Carwood. "Have you? I do not wish to inflict such a thing upon you if this is the case. It is merely that I am not utterly confident yet as to what it is."

She fussed with Lydia's blankets as she gently rocked her, careful not to disturb the hold she had upon her.

[niceofyoutoask]

It wasn't that Lipton had been actively avoiding Miss Bennet after the faux-trip home, so much as unconsciously minimizing his chances of running into her. He was still just as fond of her, valued her just as highly as a friend, but having both Miss Bennet and his wife in such close proximity had just emphasized the differences between them - and how he felt about them, which he avoided thinking about all together.

But she was here now, just as golden and beautiful as ever.

"Yes, at the same time as my brother and sisters." And hadn't that been fun for a twelve year old to deal with while his mother was busy trying to make ends meet. "I'm sure it's chicken pox," he assured her, his voice gentle, as he didn't miss Miss Bennets efforts to take Lydia out of reach. He didn't like the thought of Miss Bennet purposely keeping Lydia away from him, even if he knew it was likely to avoid the spread of the ailment. "But you could take her to the clinic to check."

[bennet_beauty]

Jane relaxed only the most minute of amounts when Carwood confirmed that he endured the ailment. She herself had been prone to it whilst tending to Lizzy and Mary's calls of distress, but she had been eldest and so her Mama had required her aid. Jane had been happy to give her help at that point in time. She let out a soft sound that was almost a sigh as Lydia struggled in her arms to try and find a manner of scratching.

"Carwood," Lydia whined and tried to lean forward. "Wanna go up!"

Her daughter her, in the face of such an illness, become quite the little devil, Jane surmised. Perhaps it was the fever that did it. "I am terribly sorry," Jane murmured softly. "She has been acting out quite endlessly since the bumps appeared."