Mercedes was admittedly quite nervous and very much aware that despite her best efforts, she didn't really look her best. Far from it. There were still faint circles under her eyes and she didn't quite have the energy to do her hair as usual, so it was loose around her shoulders.
She dressed carefully in one of her more comfortable gowns, one of soft green silk that wasn't corsetted nearly as tightly as normal. Unaccountably nervous, she found herself fidgeting and forced herself to calm again. That is, until she heard the door.
Mercedes pulled herself together, reminded herself to stop acting like a youngling with no understanding and walked to the door. She reminded herself once again that Jonas knew she'd been ill and that he was not so shallow that she should have waited until she was back to her usual self before seeing him.
She pulled the door open and to her surprise, blushed slightly when she saw the flowers, her heart beating a little faster. "Jonas," she greeted him warmly, stepping back and opening the door.