Linnea smiled to the bird who said that she should tell Dagmar what the flowers were. "I think that I will. Though they may truly be my great-grandmother's namesake, my mother named me for her." That was something that Linnea had always liked. Her name connected her right back to her home and her family in many ways. It did not even bother her that much that she was named for someone she had never met. "But that is one of the reasons why I am going to see her, to help her feel just a little better I hope." It was also just a little selfish. Linnea could not keep herself at home when there was something wrong with one of her children. She simply had to see them. God only knew how much time she had spent at the hospital when Kajsa had been there after her accident. But she would spend practically as much time with Dagmar... only hopefully less, hopefully her middle child would be well soon and able to come home.
"Oh, yes," Linnea offered a smile to Bella when she offered a stool and a glass of water. One could never have too much - "Satu." Now there was a warning tone to her voice and she reached out to touch her daughter's shoulder lightly. "Bella is only being helpful and I would actually like to sit. I don't feel as well as I could and see no point to pressing myself when I'm going to spend all day at the hospital." Her smile was a touch apologetic when she looked back at Bella. "She's just very stressed these days, you'll have to excuse her." Linnea did not ask for forgiveness on behalf of her daughter, but rather stated it as a necessary thing that would, of course, happen. "I'm expecting and it's left her a little frazzled. The little one must be displeased with something I ate." One of the things that Linnea had always enjoyed about being pregnant were the congratulations offered and how much nicer people seemed to behave when they knew she was. There had to be up-sides to counter the rest.