"Lady Abigail, have you been there this whole time?" The surprise at seeing her clear in his tone. He had been a little shocked when the curtain had moved to one side. He hardly expected the reasoning for the fabric to be because there was another bed on the other side. His fingers had stopped moving over the wound, as he was caught doing something he had promised the young miss Bella that he wouldn't.
Pulling at the sheet that covered his lower half, he brought it up over the wound so the temptation to scratch was a little discouraged. "Had you been injured as well?" She didn't look as if she had, she was in her own vestments, where as he had been disrobed and clothed in simple cotton trousers. Perhaps she had been ill?