She frowns unhappily at the question and reasoning, though she understands it. This is even more complications she doesn't need. Whether she likes it or not, if a letter isn't sent the boy's parents were likely to show up. Hell, they might still do that even if he urges them not to.

"It would be the right thing to do," she concludes with a sigh. "I can't predict just yet how long this will take you to recover from." She doesn't say it, but this is already a slower recovery than she'd hoped it would.

"If I get you ink and paper can you write the letter yourself or will you need me to do it?" Could she mask her calligraphy somehow? Sadly there were few in town who knew how to write.