The woman didn’t listen, which Rosamund had half-expected. What she hadn’t quite prepared for was that Mrs. Lukeson’s sudden surge of furious energy had deserted her within seconds flat as soon as she stood, and she collided with Rommy, knocking the healer to the floor.
It had been a long month, Rommy thought wearily, as she didn’t rest on her (sore) laurels long before kneeling upwards to steady the woman, propping her up with both hands - a little more gently this time, just in case she reacted the way she had.
“Your children are all very worried about you,” Rosamund said meaningfully, trying to convince the woman that her priority ought to be getting better rather than worrying about the necklace, and physically guiding her back to her bed as she spoke. Mrs. Lukeson didn’t feel like herself, obviously; Rommy hoped this time the truth would sink in, past the unsettling connection the woman had to that thing. “It was the necklace that did this to you.”
It had been a long month, Rommy thought wearily, as she didn’t rest on her (sore) laurels long before kneeling upwards to steady the woman, propping her up with both hands - a little more gently this time, just in case she reacted the way she had.
“Your children are all very worried about you,” Rosamund said meaningfully, trying to convince the woman that her priority ought to be getting better rather than worrying about the necklace, and physically guiding her back to her bed as she spoke. Mrs. Lukeson didn’t feel like herself, obviously; Rommy hoped this time the truth would sink in, past the unsettling connection the woman had to that thing. “It was the necklace that did this to you.”
