Re: Rooftop floor/R1: 3:00 a.m.
Rosalie's hands went to her hips as she glared at the both of them. Uncooperative patients. "You, sit," she directed Ella, pointing to the couch. "You're bleeding, you realize?" Stalking back to the bathroom, she found more bandages and a tube of antibiotic ointment. Apprehending Ella on her way back out, she tugged the other woman's elbow, guiding her into the living room and hoping that knowing what was going on would help her to keep still.
"And you're bleeding too," she turned back to Daniel sternly, but made a conscious effort to pause and let that statement absorb. "Tu compris? I don't know what you want me to do then." Another pause. "You can't just leave it like that." If they were going to get all silly and caught up in their fairy tales, they should at least have to listen to her.