Romilda nodded to the medi witch once she decided to go and get a healer. "Nobody was supposed to get sick -" Well, that wasn't true if the rumours were to be believed. Rodolphus had done this - she was sure of it - and there was a special circle of hell waiting for him and Romilda planned on being there the day he died.
When Millicent mentioned the baby, Romilda bit her lip again. Why the hell wasn't Justin here? It had been just as hard on him to learn about the news as it was going to be now for Millicent to hear it. Why did she have to be the one to tell her?
"Sweetie, the baby..." She tried not to let her own voice choke up with emotion - she remembered her own emotions the day after Bellatrix had poisoned her. But this was much, much worse.
"Millie, I'm sorry. You've been so very, very sick, and the baby didn't survive." She wished right now she could just envelop Millicent in a great big hug. "I'm so, so sorry."