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In the aftermath of All-Seeing, it turned out that there were a handful of people that he needed to talk to. Though most statements had been taken, Jeremiah was taking a few himself (especially when it came to those that were magical) mostly because they were also the same people who were involved in other ashdown.

What he had not expected, out of that fight, was that he was going to run into a fetch. ... or that Temperance herself would have been going through the process that saw one become a noble. Still- it had been the fetch that had been there to help, not the young woman herself. Perhaps that meant that it was not, necessarily, meaning to do things as some of the other fetches had done (even his own).

He was waiting at the hospital commissary for Temperance, at the hospital, a hand lifted in greeting when he saw her. Jeremiah stood up from where he was sitting, his tea set down. "I appreciate you taking time from your schedule to speak with me, Miss Clark."

Jeremiah wondered how he could tell. How it was just there in his mind. The sling however reminded him of the other reason why he was here and was another focus.

"I need to get a brief statement from you about what happened at the farmer's market but then I also need to talk to you about that sling."

"I am well aware of where the injury comes from," he replied with a raise of an eyebrow. "... and your name isn't listed among the injured from that incident." Not at the farmer's market.

"It's about as occupational hazard as ot gets, I suppose, if we take this occupation out and put other things on the table." A breath was exhaled. "Especially considering water was involved."

"Technically it is within the scope of the law, Miss Clark, especially given that Alexis Tucker is being monitored. It isn't as if magic isn't a known quantity, that people aren't aware of it. You were attacked by magic, even if it was an emotional response and well within rights to file a complaint."

Because, in all honesty, he was not entirely sure why she had not. If she was trying to prove that they were a danger, the case had been made and could have been rectified.

Jeremiah did not enjoy lies.

"In this? Yes, but only due to certain circumstances." Jeremiah's head tilted and Temperance was regarded with a look, his eyes not at all human looking for a moment. Mostly because she was not, in his book, at all someone playing by the same rules.

Not yet.

There was a noticeable shift in his posture, however, for as relaxed as he was this was a man carefully composed.

"In all honesty, I am asking why you haven't approached anyone about it." His head tilts and Jeremiah studying her closely.

"Given your position," Jeremiah said slowly, "I would assume that you'd be incredibly careful about talking about it at all." An eyebrow is raised again, something about the knuckle cracking odd (but then this Temperance was not Temperance, so perhaps it was not odd).

"... but I suppose given everything else, you're not likely to share at all." A moment later, he was pulling out his notebook and a pen to go along with it.

"Wary is a bit of an understatement," Jeremiah replied, his tone quiet. "Coming from someone who people know has and is capable of magic." Temperance's name was written down in his notebook, a fresh page, and he glanced back up to her.

"I assume you told my son, then?" Jeremiah stopped his pen, setting it down once more. "They'll have to face him eventually and what that means."