Anabel stood calmly and quietly by while Delaney was sick and watched as she put the basin aside after. “There isn’t a need to be sorry, it happens during pregnancy. Though at least you threw up in a basin.” There had been those that thought they were retaliating against the workers at St. Mungo’s when they were mad by throwing up wherever they happened to. It was quite juvenile, really.
When Delaney swayed Anabel didn’t even realize she’d reached for the other woman until her hands steadied her. She certainly hadn’t wanted to see her fall. She didn’t move though until she was certain that she was stable again and then she gave a affirmative nod of her head. “It would be lovely if we could.” And with that she moved to the door, opening and stepping back to motion Delaney through. She grabbed the chart before following her.