The more Miss Dawson spoke, the more unsettled Sadie felt. She could feel it in the increase of her heartbeat, in the rush of adrenaline through her veins; if she wasn't careful, she would wind up with one of those headaches that put her out of commission for at least forty-eight hours. She took a deep breath, trying to wrap her head around just what it was Miss Dawson was going on about, but struggled to even really comprehend.

"I'm very sorry for your loss," she started with, feeling a little faint. "I'm not sure— I don't think I understand what it is you're trying to say." Sadie could feel the pressure starting in her temples and she rubbed them with the pads of her fingers in a circular motion. "But I think you should go." At this point they would have to have a healer come out at give her the remedies for her headaches, they could take care of her ankle then too.

Sadie reached over and pulled the cord for her lady's maid to come in. "I have a headache coming on," she announced; Nettie would know what to do. It was always the same procedure, except in this case they would need to start with having Miss Dawson leave. Nettie stood close by, ready to show the mediwitch out, while Sadie sort of curled into herself, as the migraine started to take hold.