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Carlotta has got bored with the infirmary and escaped out to a nearby sofa.

The advantage of having as much hair as she does is that she can conceal the bandage around her head. She alternates ginger beer and biscuits with worrying about how she's going to explain her miraculous recovery when she gets home.

[tinytag: Carlotta Brown]

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Charlie listens to her, still comfortably settled on his heels on the floor. "If you were close enough to be helping her up, then I doubt the horse kicked her; it got you."

He still studies her to make sure she's alright, though she's harder to read than he'd have expected. "Tell me what's worrying you, really."

"I have done sir, twice." Carlotta says, with limited patience.

"Charlie," he repeats. People calling him sir makes him twitchy. "I get the impression there's something relatively important you're not saying."

"There probably is, but I can't think of it, and I just had brain surgery."

He chuckles. "That I'll concede. But please let me know if there's something you'd like to talk about."

"I'd say horses." Carlotta says. "But even I could do with a few days without them."

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