At The Apothecary

[Lydia]

He looks a little out of sorts, and tips back his hat to see her better. An almost pained expression narrows his eyes before he seems to dismiss whatever it was he was going to say.

"For your help. For keeping--" he makes a vague gesture, hand seeming to grasp for the memory that is missing. "--whatever's happened to me from becoming the latest gossip in town, as much as possible."

[Dustin]

Alice hesitates, surprised to hear that answer.
"Well, it's -- I'm not --" she stammers, "Don't thank me. I don't think I'm really helping you much."

She sighs at the floor for a moment, trying to find words. "You're a little different with the missing memories, but you're still that scary combination of willful and patient. You'd probably be fine if I wasn't around."

[Lydia]

"Willful and patient," he repeats, seeming to like the description (or at least to agree with it). Whatever is missing from before isn't something he can identify, nor how it might have changed who he was (is? was? augh--) so he doesn't attempt to compare himself with a shadow of a memory of the man he was previously.

The little clues here and there are not reassuring. Whatever he was-- evidently, judging by things Alice and Dantalis have said-- he wasn't happy.

"Doesn't that go fairly decent with headstrong and crazy?"

He's not talking about Dantalis, though the misunderstanding could be easily made so he clarifies:

"You've been looking out for me. I just wanted to thank you. Don't think much of it if it troubles you."

[Dustin]

Alice averts her eyes, "Stop standing around my shop trying to make me blush! I've got to research this book and brew today's cure potions." She sighs, "So many cure potions..."

[Lydia]

Fletcher coughs slightly-- trying to make her blush! What business has he taking up a young woman's time, anyway?-- and turns to leave. "Of course. Sorry to trouble you, I'll leave you to it."