Forsythia had felt a pinprick of concern for her concern as something seemed... not quite right with her. It was not super obvious or anything though and the vibe Forsythia had picked up on had been so subtle that she eventually brushed it off. Between them both, Pippa had always been the more emotionally strong one so she figured Pippa would be fine even if something was wrong.

She had been in that disorienting space between being half-awake and being asleep when a voice broke the silence of the room. I think my mother is going to die. Had something happened when her newest cousin had been born? "Why do you think she will die?" She asked, moving out of her bed and tucking her feet into her slippers before padding over to Pippas bed.