Chapter 10“Come along, Mr. Scott.” Mrs. Fisher gently took his hand and folded it in her own. Elis was so shocked by the gentle gesture, he didn’t question it as she carefully led him back up the stairs. He didn’t have it in him to pull away. He was too tired and easily lulled by her care to help, but when his vision swam, he accepted he might be wrong.
They reached his room, and Mrs. Fisher didn’t move to leave until Elis reassured her he was quite content in the chair by the fire. “I’ll have something simple brought up from the kitchen for you.”
“Thank you,” Elis said.
Elis couldn’t think of the last time he’d been treated so attentively. Then again, Mrs. Fisher’s efficient motherliness was almost foreign to him. Growing up orphaned on the streets of the Lower then being taken in by M
