Delaney was glad to find her trunk in the corner of her bedroom at the city house. She dug through it until she found her potion and hid it behind the mirror of her dressing table. Vincent was laying in the bed with his eyes closed trying to deal with the pain from the trip so she didn't worry about him seeing her.
When Harris knocked on their door soon after, she let him in and Vincent slowly sat up. The red-headed valet examined him with worry.
"I know it's late but why don't you have a bath prepared for him while we have dinner?" Delaney suggested, "He can soak afterward and relax his muscles."
"I don't need all that," Vincent shook his head, pushing himself to his feet, "I just need to change for dinner. I'm sure I'll be fine after."
