( oh, that's. that's far too much, quite a bit more than he can deal with at the moment, and he's snapping his journal closed in a way which more closely resembles a flinch than a purposeful movement - but once again he reopens it, his gaze flitting over the words as one darts across hot coals before he puts pen to page. )
How is she?
( don't just tell him about the arm again - is she upset, worried but hiding it? how out-of-sorts does she seem? )
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How is she?
( don't just tell him about the arm again - is she upset, worried but hiding it? how out-of-sorts does she seem? )