Fiona's voice rang out from the other end of the room: "Awake so early? I thought you might sleep until the afternoon."
Arthur pushed the small box under the bed, and before he could stand up, he felt dizzy again, and had to sit on the bed: "Perhaps that is indeed a good idea, if there were no academic committee meeting this afternoon..."
Fiona stepped forward and draped a coat over his shoulders, then naturally sat on his lap, magically producing a warm, exquisite letter from her arms.
"What is this?" Arthur wasn't particularly interested in the letter; he simply guessed: "Is it a farewell letter left for me?"
"Farewell letter? No, my dear, this is a welcome letter."
