Elaine was coming in the front door with a load of things as Anthony was coming. She nearly ran into him and was about to pardon herself before realizing that he shouldn't be moving. "Um...Anthony," she paused and noticed her mother was watching, "...sir, you really shouldn't be up and moving around. You're wound isn't healed enough for that, and no lifting or carrying either." She could tell what he was up to. "Let's get you back to your room and have you lie down."<br/><br/>She led him back up the stairs and laid him on the bed then went back downstairs to fetch a bottle of alcohol, a rag, some herbs, and bandage wraps and then she was quickly back up the stairs to return to him. She helped him take his jacket off and then she slowly undid her rough bandage job from earlier that morning. She started to open the bottle of alcohol then suddenly stopped and turned to look at him. She saw a small smile on his face and she had one on hers as well. Just the image of him brought a smile to her face. "I...I don't want you hurt more." She said as she brought the alcohol and rag over to him. "If you don't mind me being honest with you, I was quite worried."