Allison had been cooped up in her room, shut up with yet another magazine that she flicked through restlessly, her mind moving too fast to concentrate on a magazine. She was cured, that was obvious enough, but she hadn't been allowed to leave her room which was beyond frustrating. When she asked the question why it was deflected quickly and she still had no idea what was going on. The few times she had gone to leave, the door had been locked and she'd tutted before sitting back down on the bed. Allison was many things but she wouldn't make a scene.
Finally one of the mediwitches came to see her, a huge smile on her face, to tell her that the boys were cured. Allison had blinked for a moment, not understanding, before grinning. Cured?
Putting on a fresh robe, she brushed her hair and - vainly - checked her appearance before running down to the room the mediwitch had told her to go to.
"James," She moved close to him and kissed his forehead, reaching for his hand. "They did it! Told you you would be absolutely fine, darling. How are you feeling?"