Catherine blushed softly and smiled when her father asked William for a cure for her stubbornness. She could only hope the man would not follow through with a small remark on how helpful marriage could prove in that situation. The young lady would probably look straight away for a place to hide her face in case he did. Much for Catherine's relief, Lord Cartwright did not go past that remark about her already famous stubbornness, a characteristic William had seen firsthand more times than could be counted.<br/><br/>As the doctor gave the last orders, patient and caregiver listened carefully and respectfully, both of them making mental notes to follow the recommendations given, though for different reasons. Lord Cartwright planned on following every instruction as to get back on his feet soon and to become productive again, instead of what he considered to be a burden on his daughter's shoulders. Catherine wanted to do everything in her power to ease her father's discomfort, and to keep him around her for as long as possible. She had already lived through the loss of a parent, and it was her intention not to lose another for as long as she could help it.<br/><br/>Seeing that the man appeared to feel slightly better made Catherine let out a sigh. It seemed like he would be on his road to recovery. She could only hope it would be a fast and complete one. Smiling back at William, her heartbreak forgotten over the gratitude she felt for him for helping her father, Catherine nodded and stepped out of her father's room.<br/><br/>William's suggestion of speaking a bit over tea made her heart flutter, but she brought herself back to Earth soon. "Of course. There is so much you<span style="font-style: italic">must</span>tell me, about what you have done and seen all these years." Her mind went back a few years, to when they would spend long hours over tea and cake in the kitchen, sipping from the same cup and eating off the same plate. With a sigh, Catherine shook her head softly. Good times, but good times now belonging to the past. "Please, follow me, Will. I will prepare our tea myself, as I used to do before you left."<br/><br/>Motioning for William to follow, Catherine led him to the same old and slightly dark kitchen where they had spent countless hours and whispered countless sweet nothings to each other. Opening the window for a little more light and moving for the preparations, Catherine could not resist the words burning in her heart. "Do you remember when we used to sit on that bench by the wall, sharing the same cup of tea?"