[Helping? This delinquent child? Her lips twist into a scornful smirk, but she says nothing. A moment later, the gun lowers, but she doesn't put it away. She keeps it handy, just in case he makes a wrong move.
Cornelia hurries to her sister's side, lowering herself to one knee as she kneels in front of her bed, a hand quickly moving to the girl's forehead, smoothing her bangs back as a pang of worry tightens her chest. She's warm, sweating, her eyes are unfocused, and she's so very pale.]
Euphie... what is it?! What's happened? I will take you to the infirmary at once. [She's already slipping her arms beneath her sister's tinier form, one behind the knees and another curling around her back.]