Back to the present…
It is noon already and Amelia is in her herb garden. After being in a daze for most of the morning, she finally forced herself to get some actual work done and went to tend to her herbs, which has always been able to distract her wondering mind.
She had finally started to get herself lost in it when a boot clad foot steps dangerously close to her nettles, and with the force of habit, shouts, “Cane! Get your-“ and she freezes. Her head whips up and she quickly jumps to her feet, “Cane!” she squeals and trowel thrown to the side she launches herself at him.
He catches her and wraps his arms around her, bringing her in burying his nose in her neck, inhaling her scent and calming himself down.
Amelia had felt herself being restless the entire time he had been gone. Not
