Alice picked at the dreamwort root, making sure that it was all dried before she methodically crushed the leaves in her hand, spreading them carefully in the bowl she was given as she sat back on her heels. She sighed, and kept her eyes down as she worked for a moment, thinking carefully about what she wanted to say.
“We’re all just worried about you, Frankie. You’re reactions to things… you’re drinking, you’re refusing to leave your room, and you’re acting out. And I know it’s because you’re upset about mum, and about Dad not being the right age…” She sighed again, and bit her lip before looking over at Frankie, “We just want to help you. Be a family, you know? I’m sure mum will come back soon. Chris too.”