Re: Sarah and Mr. Darcy
“Yes, I am afraid so,” Darcy admitted, still feeling a little guilty about it. “Your fiancé is ridiculously agile,” he commented, which was certainly an understatement. He’d felt quite easily snappable in comparison. Darcy accepted the flask from her, but just stood sort of frozen as she started to quickly explain it all. He looked at the flask, swirling it a little to look at the purple liquid within. Did she mean now? He wondered if perhaps he should check with the medical staff first, but then that seemed rude. And he did trust her.
“Erm... yes, yes I believe so. From quite a while ago, but yes,” he answered, as she came to her question. Since he now had something in each hand, he placed down his coffee on a side table, and wondered about going to get a cup for the potion.
“Oh, I don’t think March is too soon. I think we planned in about .. 48 hours or something silly like that,” he admitted with a soft chuckle. That had been ambitious, but they had made it work after all. “Oh, yes. Certainly avoid Halloween,” he pulled a bit of a face. He hadn’t returned to the station, glad not to find out what he might have become.