Dear Edmund
Despite the fact that you are thought to be the deplorable correspondent, I must apologize since I am sure I have usurped your title. I find myself unable to even read your letters at my leisure, and so replying to them is a feat that I can rarely accomplish. It has been a week, and you are a dear for writing me so often, which is why I feel all the more guilty for only managing small snippets as responses. However, I have about three hours to spare currently and I will use this time to answer you first.
The experiments have thus far been successful, and I am hoping to rejoin you soon. I hope you are sleeping better than I am: I have yet to lie down for more than three hours at a time. The cultures I am working on require my constant attention. That is one thing I truly miss about Cair Paravel: I had someone to do research for me, at least. Being up to my elbows in someone's innards sounds quite appealing currently.
The letter from my brother was merely a courtesy, and nothing to worry about, though I am sending you my response so you may forward it to him. I want the children back as soon as possible. The visit has gone on long enough and they need to return and carry on with their lives, as does my brother.
Your news of the Count is unsettling, but I highly doubt he will find me here, so I have no fear on that front. Lyra is an excellent guard, and Mr. Tumnus is an exceptional conversationalist (he also has many interesting stories to tell me of your younger days, though those I will not share in writing). I miss my evenings spent with you and your siblings, however. Hopefully, I will be back to enjoy them soon.
I will worry no matter what you or your sisters say, because I know you and I know that your dedication often takes its toll on you. For my sake, if for no one else's, will you agree to go see Lias? I cannot stand the thought of you becoming ill when I am too far away to help you.
Please take care of yourself, Edmund. I love you.
Yours
Liana