<span style="font-style: italic">“Hamish, have you thought more of what to do about Darcy?”</span><br/><br/>Hamish grinned into the charging dusk. Other than tending her wounds there was little Hamish had thought of other than the death of the woman. His instincts conversed with his common sense in several tried and true patterns and plans of giving death. If she were a witch, a distant shot was the best policy for safety but he had no idea the extent of her powers. What was a safe distance to take a shot from? How far away would he have to be to guarantee a kill? How fast could she heal or was that an ability lost to her?<br/><br/>The knife was the surest method but by far the most dangerous. A drugged blade would speed along the process but again, he had no clue as to the extent of her powers. Would drugs or poison even work on her?<br/><br/>Then of course was the small matter of immortality. What in all the hells of the world could he do against something that didn’t die?<br/><br/>Footsteps at the doorway found a beaming Myra and Josef looking in on their guest. They did not enter the room but stood with wide welcoming grins in the doorway.<br/><br/>“Frau Devereaux!” Myra practically screamed with joy, “He has healed you! I knew he would! I knew his hands were made for more than the foul work of even fouler people!”<br/><br/>Hamish could only grin and shrug an apology at his new…friend?<br/><br/>“A dinner,” Hamish declared, turning on the couple. “I believe she is ready to eat something more than healthy soups and stale crackers. Besides, she needs to stretch her legs now and regain her strength.<br/><br/>Send Chaya up in five minutes, please, to help her change.”<br/><br/>“A grand idea Herr James,” Josef said excitedly rubbing his hands together. “I think a hearty German meal this time! Not as elegant as the French but it will put meat back on her bones!”<br/><br/>Myra and Josef shuffled off to their respective duties laughing and chatting loudly, as Hamish turned solemnly back to Isolde.<br/><br/>“I must admit,” he said quietly, “If what you have told me of Darcy is true, I have no clue how I can begin to hurt her. I have processed much since your last dinner here. I have not seen the man in the black attire again nor have I had any revelations on this science he spoke of, so I return to what I know.<br/><br/>“However, first you must eat and regain your strength. Secondly, your flat has been untouched since the incident at the clinic. Is there anything from there you would need? I can be there and back before dinner is served. You only need to ask and I will see to it personally.”<br/><br/>His voice dragged with untold guilt but there could be no doubt that he had spent time regaining a grip on whatever had happened to him. His stutter had completely vanished, his confidence had returned but with it, a strange humbleness; as if he no longer knew all the right things to do and was coming to terms with the idea.