There was no going back now. She looked down and continued to wring her hands, apprehension rearing its ugly head. She could feel the edges of her mind as it blurred her vision a moment and she looked as if she were about to faint again. "I'm sure the news had something to do with my weak constitution." But really, she was starting to think about things and the timing of them all. But then, there was something almost feverish in the good doctor's eyes and she gave pause.

"Are you alright, Doctor Wells?"

Her question also hopefully delayed the inevitable just a little bit, but she knew that was a feeble thought to be had at best knowing Tristan's propensity for keening in on things, she knew she wasn't getting off for free.