Dearest Wife,
I've not attacked anyone with magic in a exactly seventeen days. That probably isn't what you were hoping to hear, but it's progress.
I hope you enjoy your outing! It should be fun. I'm glad that my brother is such a great help to you and our daughter, and I'm sorry that my seclusion has affected you so negatively.
I think, if you send me plant trimmings, I could grow some here, too.
Did you know I like to draw? I didn't. At first, Papa wouldn't let me hold a quill, or a pen, because I tried to stab a servant... but now I'm allowed to write my own letters and draw with more substantial utensils than chalk and charcoal. I think you'll like this drawing, though. It's one of my earlier ones.
Will you tell me about your event? I'm allowed out in father's gardens, now. I can roam the property, a bit more freely.
With Care and Apologies,
— E
A charcoal drawing of Kaczor and Annie is attached, delicately hand-crafted.
