Edward woke the morning following his most recent breakdown feeling rather drained but not strictly speaking in a bad way. He was still a far way from peace over what had happened to him but he felt like some measure of grief had been taken away with the tears. The act of sharing with another the burden he bared on his soul had made it a bit easier to bare even if he was far from forgiveness.

He didn't check the time when he emerged from his room. He wanted a cup of tea and meandered his way down to the kitchen. He knew he could ask for one to be brought to him but he didn't like being a bother when he knew so much of the acts that maintained his existence fell into that category.

"Oh, hello Miss Blacke."

He said as he entered the kitchen and spotted her washing dishes in the sink. He supposed it must be late if she was doing so but he was sure that him putting some water in a kettle wouldn't cause too much of a mess.