"I am much improved, I promise." Alexandra assured her youngest sister. She mostly meant her promise too, as she was now far from death's door. However, the stink of death hadn't left her completely, Alexandra still felt it in the ache of her bones and her inability to walk more than a single length of the hall before needing to rest. The healers all said her strength would return in time but they also said she would mourn the loss of her son less in time as well and that had yet to prove true.

She reached for the tin and grinned at the contents: biscottis made up for more than half of the contents, their cook knew Alexandra well. "Oh Ellie, thank you. I cannot wait to enjoy these with my tea." Her appetite hadn't yet returned either, otherwise she'd be indulging in one already. "Have you met Cassandra yet? She is a conplete portrait of her father, save for her hair."

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