"There's a formal dinner the evening after tomorrow that she needs help with," Rosalie supplied helpfully as they descended back into the chilly must of the tunnel. "And we must be presentable and she wants Alexsei- the Tsarevitch- to be healthy." That reminded her of what she had meant to ask Ella earlier and she turned to her now, hopeful. "Do you suppose your tea would be able to do something about that?" In Rosalie's mind, the boy resembled something like an animated seven year old and she very much wanted to help him however she could, even not having met him.