"Good." He walks over, wetting another piece of gauze and gently wrapping it around one of the cuts on her arm.

"Tend to your face, child. I understand one of the ushers may fill an open vacancy backstage in a few days' time. The managers will need another volunteer for next month when the new season begins." His managers would get their orders shortly, once he could be certain she would say nothing. At that point he would be a ghost of his word.