The farmhand from the horse farm returned and asked me to come with him. With the promise of making this a day's trip, I agreed. I trust both mister Bíld and miss Fletcher to handle things and take care of miss Jackilyn while I'm away.
My bruises are still healing after the attack, but I'm still mobile and I've not had any trouble with thinking straight. There's no dizziness or an upset stomach.
It seems that the call was made from worried mothers. After some talking to, I've convinced them that the clove oil is working, the rash is looking better than it was before.
Once dinner is over, he'll take me back to Bree.
