[OOC: Oops, now I'm sorry; I forgot that it wasn't my post and I wouldn't be e-mailed all the comments. I've done that more than once though, post with the wrong journal.]
"Are you OK, Will?" Frank asked. "Do you want me to fetch Blythe or Miss Elliot?"
He didn't mean to embarrass Will, standing there wrapped in a comforter, but Blythe and Alice Elliot were both healers and surely that wouldn't matter.