"She did," muttered Pearl, who was starting to sweat profusely as if the house was on fire, yet her teeth were also chattering like she was cold. She pulled her quilt closer around her like it would ward off whatever fresh hell she was feeling at the moment. "All she wanted to speak about was her. D-d-does that sound like things... have... changed?" she gave a great sneeze and another round of hacking. "I must not be allowed to have privacy." Gracious, but she was starting to feel resentful of that particular fact.

Tilly clicked her tongue and was off to the kitchen to make tea. "Poor thing can't even get help to her bed." She said this loud enough to be heard. It was clearly done purposefully, but the maid was gone before she could be chastised for trying to help.