Alice's eyes blinked damply, wide and scared. "What's wrong with me?" she whispered upon being told she hadn't been well. What would happen to her baby if she died or something worse happened?
Her hands shook as she reached for the proffered photo, though they steadied a little when she finally saw the little animated photo of Augusta and baby Neville.
Her fingers smoothed over the photo, more gently than the brush of a snowflake on the skin. She visibly calmed. "My baby," she breathed softly. "Augusta will take good care of him," she said as if to ocnvince herself. "Is there no chance of me seeing him at all?" she asked wistfully, turning her blue eyes on Neville, pleading.
A moment later, her brow furrowed. "Why do you have this picture?" she asked, holding it carefully to her chest.