To that, Dionisia frowned. She may have been aware of the Lord's teachings, and once upon a time had been the most devout child in the muggle village she'd lived in, but now the prospect of letting a woman suffer for the sake of suffering itself seemed cold. Still, she was not so inclined to press Miss Fairchild further, as she seemed like a steadfast sort of woman who would not quickly bend to any pressure put upon her.

"I'm sure I might be able to offer her some sort of assistance," she contemplated, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth, "but if you do need anything, please let me know, Miss Fairchild."

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