Having thought about marking her place in the book in her lap, feeling around the sheets for her bookmark, Sadie wasn't strictly paying attention to whatever Miss Dawson was preparing to do with her ankle. Truthfully, looking at it made her a little queasy and she would rather not add nauseous to her list of symptoms. She got that enough with her headaches.

Finally, she located the bookmark, listening to the mediwitch question her dress, "No, it's my oldest tea gown," she shrugged. It had never been a problem before, even in her house slippers. It really wasn't something in unexpected for Sadie, just another fall with another injury.

Before she could explain further, just how clumsy she really was, Miss Dawson was grasping her wrist and questioning her bracelet. Something about the redhead's tone had her pausing. "I don't really remember, but I've always had it." Sadie couldn't remember a time without the little silver bracelet. "I think it was gifted to me. But I have significant memory loss from my childhood, so I don't really remember." Sadie didn't talk about it much, but she also didn't talk to many people outside her family, who all already knew. She blushed sheepishly ducking her head to look at the bracelet wistfully.