"Might be summin' t' do wi' the fact it's a Tuesday too," he replied, leaning over and touching his glass to hers. "Y' never did tell me what y'd had planned," he continued, then pressed a kiss to her cheek before sitting back in his chair.

If the medical staff had had their way she wouldn't have been allowed out, the damage to her kidney and side, causing concern to them. But then they didn't know her healing abilities and it was only the fact that the wound wasn't showing any signs of infection or weeping, that they agreed to let her leave, begrudgingly. 'Try and keep away from knife-weilding psychos,' the nursed had told them as she had taken back the signed discharge papers. Cian gave her a rueful smile behind Rhiannon's back as she had started out of the room. 'Yeah, I'm workin' on it,' he joked, carrying the bag of things he'd brought her the morning after the attack, and surgery.

"I'm guessin' it wasn't convalescing," he told her before taking a sip of his drink.