"Hi," she greets him the second he opens the door, pretty much brushing past him to let herself in. "No, this isn't a wellness check," well, it was. In one way or another, she wanted to see him for more reasons than just to ensure he was okay. "I brought wine," she announces, the bottle in hand.
She looks at him for a long moment, scanning for any visible injuries, of the healing or unhealing kind. "But you are okay, right?"
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