attn: Miss Molly Seagrim

[heartofbirds]

It's past midnight when he arrives outside her room, with which location he is reasonably acquainted, and knocks very lightly upon her door. Although he's dressed, it's less immaculately than usual, and his neatly braided queue is undone and his hair loose at his shoulders. He leans rather heavily on his stick.

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[youngandhealthy]

She's still awake and (perhaps fortunately) alone. Putting on a dressing down, as she's not sure who she's receiving, she comes to answer the door. Her eyes widen when she sees who it is. "...sir?"

[heartofbirds]

Less immaculately is, to be honest, putting it mildly: his shirt is untucked, his waistcoat unbuttoned and swinging freely, and he has no coat and no shoes. "Dear child," he says, with a smile that's half a grimace; and even he and all his self-possession can't hide the fact that he looks old, and exhausted.

[youngandhealthy]

"Sir, sir!" She slips herself under his arm and starts moving him into her room. "What has happened to thee."

[heartofbirds]

"Nothing, really, nothing at all, I am to be honest quite all right--I hope I did not disturb you, child?"