I'm your friend, Aramat, and I don't want to see you so exhausted and run ragged. [Still, the reaction she gave at healing her. She swallowed and bit her lip. Would Aramat report her?]

I'll leave though, if... if that's what you want. [She wore her heart on her sleeve, so her worry and concern was as blatant and obvious as her hair-style.]

The flowers... all of them are yours... for you, I mean. Mrs. Ophelia is such a big fan, ya know?