Torie tried to adjust, leaving room for her sister to get comfortable, but she felt the weight and the exhaustion of the last few minutes weighing on her, which must have been nothing compared to what Estelle was going through. She hadn't really expected Estelle to answer he question, but the name that slipped out of her sister's lips had Torie's eyes widening, then immediately narrowing. Timoleon Maxime was not a pleasant man. In fact he was misogynistic, antagonistic and all around unpleasant to be around, Torie knew this from personal experience.

How in the name of Merlin's beard...

Now wasn't the time. Clearly mistakes were made and Estelle didn't need to feel any worse. "It's alright, Estelle. You should rest, I'll stay if you want." It was strange to offer, they had never been this close, but she wasn't about to abandon her sister when Estelle clearly needed someone. Plus they were waiting on the potion and Torie would stay awake to wait for it.