Is this all hopelessly OOC, or does it make sense? Or both? I still do not own "Crimson Peak".
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It was in the weeks after Christmas, that Edith's father got a visit from one of the doctors working at the asylum where Lucille Sharpe had been confined. After having been invited in and offered a seat in his study, the man cleared his throat and got to the point.
"As a few months have passed, we are evaluating the Sharpe siblings; just to be on the safe side. The sister has been enormously violent ever since she was admitted. Well past the point of us having to confine her to a solitary cell for the safety of others. I trust her brother has made no such attempts?"
"No, he is not doing much of anything, though my daughter seems happy, so there's that," the building master replied gruffly. "I have seen no aggression in the man, not at any time, or I wouldn't have allowed him anywhere near my daughter". "Understandable, sir," the doctor nodded, and they spoke for a few moments more before going into the drawing room, where Sir Thomas was sitting next to a reading Edith, playfully shifting her hair, a new habit of his which his wife approved of very much.
"Father," hearing movement in the room, Edith put a mark in her book, an intriguing little puzzle which Thomas had made, and looked up. "Edith, this is doctor Johnson, doctor Johnson, this is my daughter, Edith," as an afterthough, he added, "and her husband, Sir Thomas Sharpe". "Lady Edith," the doctor bowed slightly, and then nodded to her husband, "Sir Thomas. I am here on a rutine errand; my superiors wishes for an evaluation after the trial, as Lucille Sharpe has been violent of late".
Thomas was visibly restraining himself somehow, perhaps from being upset, perhaps from an errant wish to keep his sister safe. "Is she well?" "Reasonably so, sir, she has not been hurt, but she needs be kept in isolation. If you do not mind, sir, I would want a moment in private with your wife".
"That's not needed," Edith argued, "there's nothing to speak to me about which Thomas cannot hear". "Actually, there probably is. The further I am kept from my sister, the better for you, I should think," the baronet decided softly, rising and bending down to give his wife's head an affectionate kiss. "I shall be back momentarily. Gentlemen," and with that, he left the room, closing the door softly.
Edith looked back to the doctor and her father rather grimly, with all her stubborn determination, as her husband left. A moment later, her father excused himself as well, to leave the doctor to speak in peace with his daughter.
"I do not mean to upset you, my lady," the doctor started carefully, watching the woman in front of him. "We merely wanted to make entirely sure that everything is fine. You are well, I trust?" "Yes, I am perfectly well," Edith sighed.
She said little else during their short interview, but what she did say convinced the doctor that she was not only an intensely willstrong woman, but very much in love, and very protective of her husband. There was nothing to worry about here. No, they could safely focus on Lucille Sharpe, who was clearly the dangerous one out of the two siblings.