"It is good to see you as well, Mr. Cartwright.  I only hope that you are in far better health the next time I see you, yes?"<br/><br/>William's tone was pleasant and lighthearted, an attempt to bring his patient into higher spirits.  The old patriarch was well past his prime but he was still stout and strong and if he kept to his bed and took the medicine provided, he would certainly kick the affliction that had laid him low.  William glanced over at Catherine as she apologized for the untidiness of the room and he merely waved her off and gave her a sympathetic smile.<br/><br/>"Do not worry.  He will see to his rest, I am sure."<br/><br/>The playful banter between daughter and father was something William was well acquainted with.  They were cut from the same proverbial cloth, with each one possessing a gentle heart and a stubbornness that was neigh legendary amongst the townsfolk of Tenby.  The Cartwrights had always been willful people and Catherine and her father were no exception.  William chuckled softly at her father's jest and he shook his head, closing the medical bag after producing a few vials to help with Mr. Cartwright's respiratory ailment.<br/><br/>"I am afraid such a miracle medicine does not exist for troublesome daughters or their headstrong fathers.  If I should ever discover it, however, you will be the first to know."<br/><br/>The doctor shook Mr. Cartwright's hand gently before departing the room after giving him some more orders of plenty of bed rest, water and fresh air.  The older man waved him off and went about grumbling about dotting doctors but seemed more comfortable with the windows opened and the medicine in his stomach.  William gave Catherine a smirk and nodded towards the door.  His nerves were running ragged again but he steeled himself and took the initiative.<br/><br/>"We should let your father rest... perhaps we can speak a bit over tea?"