[ She gasps, when she sees him, as she never had at any other time when she saw him. No, the pain written all over him. This poor man, bloody and ripped into. The suffering all over him. The tears so sharp in her eyes. ]

Your very appearance now tells me I should never wish to do anything less. Why have you not been tended more? Truly, if there is misery in this city it is in this.

[ It's more forthright than she has any right to be, but she must. Indignant and hurt for him, she must. To reach forward and take his arm, and in very small, sure steps, the way she often led her mother these days, she leads him back to bed. ]

The state of you, my heart cannot bear it. I will see to all of this.