"If he is, he's being rather quiet," Datura replied, closing the door. "I honestly don't know where he is."
She sank into a chair in front of the window, looking up at Henbane. "I am very glad you're here, sister," she said softly. "The last few weeks have taken their toll on me. I had one of my...spells, I suppose. And it's taken longer to recover than it usually has."
She shook her head violently, as if dismissing the train of thought. "But never mind that! Tell me, where have you been keeping yourself? And what have you been doing?"