Bella shrugged as best as she could while lying in bed.
"I'm trying to stop you from collapsing in hysterics. I'm not sure if you've picked up on it by now, but a probably-dying woman cares very little about trivial matters just as your marriage prospects," she shaded. "You're eighteen. You're not going to be a spinster soon. Calm down."
Maybe Regina would catch malaria and die, too. Would she care later? It was likely.
Now, though? Probably not.
"I'm trying to stop you from collapsing in hysterics. I'm not sure if you've picked up on it by now, but a probably-dying woman cares very little about trivial matters just as your marriage prospects," she shaded. "You're eighteen. You're not going to be a spinster soon. Calm down."
Maybe Regina would catch malaria and die, too. Would she care later? It was likely.
Now, though? Probably not.

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