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[devoutish]

[It was a stroke of good luck that had put Alfie within a day's walk of the police station, where Fiona had revived. Watson is on his way too, as are (tentatively) Angel and Rhys - but they're days behind, and there's no question that Alfie will make it to her first. Selfishly, he can't help but be glad about that.

She gets herself to a nearby house, and he's there half a day later - quickening his pace as he sees it up ahead, and calling out her name before he's even up the front steps.]

Fiona?

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[devoutish]

As a matter of fact--

[He fishes that out of his bag too, holding it out for her inspection. It's still a little crumpled, but he and Watson had done their best to smooth it out. The blood stains are also mostly gone, but there are a few stubborn ones that haven't been quite rubbed out yet.]

We did our best with it.

[plundering]

[Fiona makes a face when he hands her the hat, but she can't complain too much. At least they saved it for her.]

I think I'm just going to steal yours for good.

[devoutish]

[He smooths a thumb over the biggest bloodstain, apologetic.]

It needs a few more scrubbings.

[But he picks up her hat and settles it gently on her head, then leans over to give her a kiss on the temple.]

It did always look better on you.