Lysette's eyes, though still cloudy with pain and fever, sparkled with mischief. "Tell the dear she need not worry. She can get herself a saucy Cleopatra wig too and do it almost as much justice as I do."
She squeezed Del's hand and looked at Isabella. "Bella, will you be a dear and go get me some water and ice chips? My tongue feels like it's been wrapped in wool."
"Sure," Isabella said as she stood and patted Del's shoulder. "Be right back."
Lysette watched Isabella leave, then looked to Del. "You should try to talk her into going home. She's wearing herself out sitting here."