Jessamine was fighting against her own body to not collapse in grief like she just about did during Wisteria’s funeral, but it was almost proving to be a losing battle as she had to grip the piano to not fall over so quickly. Thankfully, Siobhan noticed the signs of her panic and immediately went to reassure the young lady that Elijah had not lost his life in the dragon attacks, though still, upon hearing that he was still burned and needed to be in recovery, one of Minnie’s hands went to her mouth in horror. With Siobhan helping support her, she took a seat on the piano bench so she could rest until the color returned to her face. She heard Vincent say something, or at least sound coming from his direction that didn’t sound like clock fixing tools, but it was too quiet for her to make out exactly what he had said, nevertheless her eyes flickered over to him for a moment.

Her hand moved from her mouth and she clasped her hands on her lap, once again, she tried to keep herself composed; even if Siobhan only suspected she and Elijah were friends, Minnie knew that it could get her into a lot of trouble at home because her father wouldn’t approve of her having male friends, especially not ones below her station, and especially ones that were halfbreeds. “As I said, I…tutored him,” she felt she had to reiterate that, as if somehow explaining her reaction to what she thought was his death, what her relationship was to him, “I’m glad to hear he is alright and he has someone watching over him. It would have been a shame if…” she trailed off, then, looking at her lap, “He was always very kind...he is very kind.”