Silviya nodded, "He was. St. Mungo's is taking good care of him, though." She said it aloud more to convince herself than anything.
She thought on his replied question, "I'm not sure, to be honest." She squirmed a bit in her seat, feeling uncomfortable in her own skin. "I feel like..." She hesitated, "I feel like I'm torn in two. I can create the perfect happy ending in my stories, but in real life... I feel like I'm bound to muck it all up." She felt somehow hopeless.