It was a great relief to have John's arms around her. Matilda's worried expression did not fade, however, and she listened to him with great concern. Their baby? She let out a breathe,
"He's in your old nursery," she said. His mother had managed to keep all the nurseries of each of her children in tact. It was eerily sentimental, considering that Anthony Mulciber's room hadn't been touched in decades.
Matilda allowed herself to be held by John without saying a word, but she knew that the silence couldn't last much longer. Something was terribly wrong, and as she pushed closer to him her head ducked and she finally caught sight of his bandaged hand. Matilda couldn't help her slight gasp and she looked up at John quickly before looking back down at his hand, "Let me heal it, I can fix it, oh--John,"
She pushed back to look him over, fearing he was ignoring other injuries, "Please tell me you're all right," Matilda said quietly, but she knew she wouldn't believe him anyway.
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