There was no version of her life that she had gone to that would be in writing. That much Marguerite knew for certain. No Pimpernel. She had listened to the talk on the streets to see, but no. Just beheadings and hatred. The Marquis and his family were pretending to be a poor family but he still had his men. And poor Armand stuck in the middle all for falling in love with the man's daughter.
The answer caused Marguerite to nod some tiredly. She wasn't at all surprised the other her had attacked Percy. She remembered the world she had lived before. Somehow showing up in a stranger's bed in a place unfamiliar with no recollection? It was a threat. She would want to defend herself. So she simply let it go. She could understand Percy's state of shock, she was still in one of her own. And had he not shown up when he did, assuming this was real, well, Marguerite knew her chances would have been even poorer than they were now.
"Do me a favor, whenever the surgery happens, get tested for consumption."
Even if he hadn't been around the other her long enough, Marguerite didn't want to risk Percy dying on her. No now. Not when they'd been separated and just found one another. They had medications now, yes but if he didn't know... No, he needed to be tested. Because it would be far too cruel to lose him in such a way. He never had walked that life, he never would have been subjected to such things were it not for that alternate world, for the struggling life the other her had come from.
Reaching up tiredly, Marguerite placed her hand to Percy's face, partially to reassure her that she was there because despite the pain and medication, she could see the fear of what if in his eyes, and to reassure herself once more that she was truly here, with Percy. Hallucinations rarely had physical attributes. She shouldn't be able to do this if it weren't real. But she was definitely on board with not getting injured or ill anytime soon after this.