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[lordpeter]

Despite his airy assurances the night before, Lord Peter had no evidence that all would indeed be well. The Lady did not seem to have lost much blood, but he knew from experience the trauma to the body that such things cause. In the war, there were men who died because they wanted that desperately to die, and not because of any bodily injury. Lord

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[sweet_beatrice]

*Beatrice stirs and moans a little*

Angels and ministers of grace defend us...

[OOC: By virtue of I'm at work, my responses will be few and far between, most likely...]

[lordpeter]

Lord Peter, sipping his tea calmly, pauses and sets down his teacup when he hears the woman stirring.

Apparently they do here in quite a concrete way. Certainly last night, though I fancy myself less a minister of grace and more a good samaritan, at the proper times.
Please don't move your arms too much.

He pours a cup of tea for her, and hesitates over the sugarbowl.

How do you take your tea?

[ ooc: mine too, in point of fact, as evidenced by the lateness of this, no doubt.]