At the knock Laurel looked up to see Alvin Potts. For an instance she recalled him coming to her at the tender age of ten when one of the children took a spill in the backyard. It appeared some things never changed.

"Oh of course dear, show me where she is?" Laurel got up from her seat and followed behind Alvin to the greenhouses where Miss Thompsett did indeed appear to be standing, bone white, but with an alarming amount of color in her cheeks. Just as he had been leaving, hm? She certainly was skeptical about that, and the fact that Sisse's eyes darted to Alvin's face and then quickly away did nothing to quell Laurel's misgivings.

"Let me see that wrist dear." Laurel demanded kindly, extending her hand out for the girl's wrist. Sisse dutifully held it out to her and she inspected it, watching Sisse's reactions as she moved the wrist to fro. At last she determined, "It may be a fracture. Better to have a healer tend to it I think. Alvin, could you grab the bandages over there." She gestured at the basket of cloth strips she kept in the greenhouse in case of cuts and minor injuries, continuing to speak as she did. "If you could just wrap this up," She told Alvin, "I think it'll be best to see you to the Hospital."