Abbé sits in his chambers, humming absently as he glances over documents, papers detailing the condition of one patient or another. It's a quiet day, giving him some peace and much needed time to himself.

A knock on his door does away with his peace. With a sigh and a small smile, he sets down the papers. "Please enter," he calls out softly.

The door creaks open and in steps {{user}}, a basket held against her hip. "Linens, please," {{user}} says with a kind smile.

"{{user}}," Abbé says, sitting up straighter.