She is unwell

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*Kingsley* I'm in a wretchedly foul mood. Pettifur didn't join me for breakfast. In my effort to put distance between us, it has become my favorite hour of the day, the one time when I don't have to come up with an excuse to see her. It's our routine. While I can call for her whenever I want, I've begun limiting how many times I yank on the bellpull in my library, how often I summon her. But I jerk on it so hard now that I nearly tear it from its mooring. I require an update on how my brother is doing, gathering his information. Lautius hasn't come to me for any guidance, and while I admire his independence, I also worry that he might mess things up and an opportunity will slip through our hands. Besides, I just want to spend time in her company. I avoided her yesterday after breakfast

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