Well that was enough to have Edwin nearly choking on his next sip of coffee, his own blush flaring into place, high across his cheeks and his temples, along the crests of his ears and even in the hollow of his throat, all the places it usually sat even as a ghost, but all the warmer now, and that wasn't a sensation he missed at all.

He did manage to clear his airway after a few moments of wild coughing, setting the cup down so as not to spill it. What he finally managed to say, edged with a slight wheeze as his words had been the night before, was: "I absolutely will not forget it. I'm sure we can figure something out, if we've a mind to."

Now that the suggestion had been made, Edwin was already turning the logistics over in his mind, taking another, more cautious sip of the coffee, he was less worried about the ribs himself as he was about the hastily relocated shoulder, as well as the puncture wound there, one that still ached in a way he didn't particularly like, but wasn't warm in a way that would indicate infection.