By the magic of modern medicine I am a semi-productive human being once again!

From last night:

Thankfully, Victoria happened upon Tyson alone, Brother having escorted Aunt Alexandra to her quarters.  The same she always favorited, on the second floor, overlooking the gardens.  "From that height I can still leap off if I need a quick escape," Alexandra always joked and many a time the mansion had awoken to find her having absconded in the the quiet hours before sunrise--once with a footman, once with a maid, and even once with a horse.  Father and Mother had been far more irate about the horse than the servants, especially since the maid returned not even a week later, begging forgiveness and marked with a new tattoo in an embarrassing location she'd only show to Mother.  The footman they had never seen again, probably for the best...