John nodded as Tristan spoke and watched as miss Wells did the medication. He nodded when miss Wells spoke "ive saw similar out in India aswell. I'm no doctor but I've seen it"

John looked at Tristan "your lucky I didn't knock you out when you came through the door brandishing a firearm" he said with a smirk and then offered his hand "I don't believe I've made your aquantiance before. Corporal John Blacke. 3rd battalion Price of Wales Yorkshire Regiment. At your service" he said with a smile

He was reluctant to get any closer, as if there was an invisible circle around the three which he could not enter without committing an act of sacrilege. But when his sister mentioned the fever, he forced his heavy feet into motion. Quietly, he sat down on the bedside and placed a hand on Pippa’s forehead to feel her fever.

“It’s not every day I hear a stranger in my home, Corporal Blacke,” was the politest answer he could give the intruder. He was too much occupied with his patient to notice the extended hand. He took Pippa’s wrist and took out his pocket watch to take her heart rate. He turned to his sister to ask her more about Pippa’s state, but seeing her, he asked instead: “Are you unwell too, Nel?”

Pippa was warmer than she had been and was mumbling incoherantly by the time Tris rested his hand on her head. She silenced as soon as the medicine started taking effect. "No. I am fine," said Pen as she wiped her hands on her skirt.

Pippa finally rested.

John said nothing but watched the exchange. He didn't say a word but watched the interaction between the 3 of them. He knew pippa wasn't right. He'd seen this kind of behaviour and body language before when he was serving overseas.

He spoke once more "I apologise. I popped over to see Philippa and was chatting with your sister in the kitchen when we heard Phillipa so we both came up to help her before you arrived"

Tristan put his pocket watch away and nodded at his sister.

The young man's explanation ought to make him furious. He should probably send his sister home over it. As it was, he merely registered that Penelope had let a stranger into his house without his permission. A young man, at that, whom she had entertained in the kitchen. He knew it was wrong. He was to tired for a response.

He turned around to face the young corporal. "I appreciate you trying to help, Mr. Blacke. I would offer you a drink, but it is late and I need to examine Pippa and speak with my sister. Would you return tomorrow at four, so we can speak at leisure?" Leisure was a strong word perhaps for what was to come tomorrow.