Bess responded to the questions with simple nods, more focused on the exhaustion on her husband's face. She hated as much as she adored the way he always took things to heart, that the whole weight of the world rested on Drystan Fawcett's shoulders. It cost him so much energy and in turn she felt all the weariness he did. She wasn't a healer, she couldn't do anything about Penelope's condition, though Bess had complete fate in her sister-in-law. If Penny hadn't succumbed to the virus then nothing was going to take her away from them.
It's been a quiet day here. Her thoughts and Drystan's words sparked a simple idea. With her baskets full of treats for the hospital staff, Bess had managed to wander the halls without much trouble and---she shook her head, deciding not to think too much. She grabbed hold of Drystan's hand and stood, fruitlessly tugging at her husband's near dead weight before he obliged.
"Come, just a minute," she promised, knowing that going too far away from Penny might be too much. Bess left their belongings on the seats and led Drystan a little bit down the hallway. With only a quick glance about to make sure they hadn't been followed, she opened up a supply closet and pulled her husband inside. Shutting the door behind her, Bess flipped out her wand and performed a quick silencing spell on the room, one she had perfected a long time ago.
"When Sadie was little," she said, moving her wand around the edge of the doorway, "and I couldn't calm her, or get her to stop crying, I'd----" Bess shook her head lightly, knowing that Drystan wouldn't judge her, even if she still severely judged herself, "I'd lock myself in the closet and put a silencing spell on the room to---get a moment."
Sure that the spell was secure in place, Bess lit up her wand and placed it between herself and Drystan. She smiled gently up at him, feeling sad that she couldn't think of anything else to do for him.
"A moment to---think, to scream," she said loudly to demonstrate her point. The healers or patients would not be able to hear anything with how secure her spell work was. Bess shrugged, "And---I know it's not much, but you don't have to be quiet here. You don't have to---think, or we can sit here or---whatever you want. I can't do much else for you and I'm sorry for that but---here's some solitude."
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