"Ella is safe and well," she replied in her calmest voice. "She was sick, but it passed, and she's her old self again."
Romy wanted to pour her a glass of water, and just as she was about to race off to get someone who wasn't a ghost, a medi witch came into the room. She asked her to pour Millicent some water, and help her up in bed.
"Come on now, drink up. You were sick, hon. You caught the pox, but so did almost everyone in town."
At the mention of Erklings, she frowned. "No, no, there weren't any Erklings. You were just having an hallucination."
She managed a soft and warm little smile. "But you're awake now, and I know so many people will be so glad to see you." She looked back to the medi witch, who was trying to make Millicent take a drink. "How do you feel?"