third | dictated

[ironlady]

[Caterina thought nothing of the fact Abel was not around in the morning. He always found some trouble to put himself in the middle of. She does not doubt for a moment that is precisely what is keeping him gone all day. It is when the absence lingers into the evening that she feels the first pang of worry. She heads to the castle to see if he's in the church or his old room and of course the tell tale missing nameplate. He left her this time. Was in Paris again or truly home? Caterina is not sure what to even wish for. Rather than explore her own thoughts and feelings on it, she puts it off in favor of business. There were people to notify and loose ends to tie up. She opens her journal and gets to it.]

Father Abel Nightroad has left us once again. Whatever business you have with him Father Tres or I will gladly take over.

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[payback]

... He is?

[ironlady]

I am afraid so.

[payback]

[... What the fuck, he was back for barely any time at all. This is just like a mean joke on the part of the castle.]

... Hmm. Thanks for letting people know.

[ironlady]

You're welcome. It was the least I could do.

[payback]

[... Everyone who loved Abel will be hurting.]

I hope you'll be all right too.

[ironlady]

I will manage. Please take care of yourself.

[payback]

Likewise to you.