Her dreams. The reminder felt like sudden ice in her veins. Elladora still thought she was working herself up like a hysterical child, after all her surprisingly kind words she still thought her an idiot. It was as good as being all alone, if no one was going to believe her then she'd have to submit to her fate all by herself, she'd be alone until the very end and wasn't it just fitting?

Anger was an easier emotion than embarrassment and despite her still burning cheeks, Ursula managed to swap the former in for the latter. Mostly, anyway. A touch reluctantly, she shook her sister-in-law's hand off and rose with slight difficulty to her feet. "It was no mere dream, Elladora," she replied tartly. Would it take actually dying for Ella to realize she wasn't delusional and paranoid? Solid proof of her doom would probably do it but the certainty she felt in her bones was hardly tangible. Perhaps she'd call for a healer... But even a healer might not be able to tell yet what her chances were, and supposing that they could, did she really want to take away the comforting possibility that she might actually be overreacting? Which was worse, Elladora thinking of her as a gullible fool or a confirmed death sentence? "You'll see."

With a resentful frown that was almost a pout, Ursula turned and headed for the door. As she reached for the door handle she realized she'd much rather be sat in angry silence with her husband's sister than alone in her room, vulnerable to sleep and the ugly dreams that might come with it. Ultimately pride stopped her from changing course.

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