I have no idea the state of things in Irvingly right now, or when you'll get this, but I thought I'd write anyway in case it reaches you. When you're stuck in a hospital bed with no familiar faces around you, it's hard to occupy yourself. At least the healers are understanding, they've supplied me with some parchment and ink.

I apologize of my writing is hard to read, I don't have the best grasp right now. I couldn't hold anything a week ago after they transferred me to Edinburgh, but it's getting better. I hope you're doing alright, safe and well. I'm not sure how much longer I'll be in here, it was a pretty serious injury, but I'm going to be fine in time.