Mercedes Dupont; Convalescing
Subject: Convalescing Who: Mercedes Dupont Where: Bailston Abbey Warnings: none Open to: Aimé Laurent
He appreciated Lord Hurst giving him a room. Or at least would have appreciated it, if he had fully recovered yet from the operation. He knew the house was crowded, he heard the music and chattering from here- although it couldn't have been a room very far away from the guests in the servant's quarters considering how it was far from richly decorated.
There will pillows, though, thick soft ones, and his shoulder had been bound up tightly. To his still drowsy, confused mind, this was paradise. With care, he sat up a little, leaning back against the pillows and sighing. It seemed like the guests were all enjoying themselves, and no doubt Aimé was down there with them. He wouldn't want to make Lord Hurst suspicious by nursing a strange trespasser.
Mercedes couldn't help but wish he had something more to do, however, than sit up in bed and think about what fun everyone else was having. It was, after all, his own fault for following Aimé here in the first place...