[Truly nobody was out here doing it like him.]

If I still had some spells, I could? [Peanut might not have been in the room when Luke passed, but maybe she witnessed other things.] As it is, I'd rather she not turn up hurt, or get taken away somewhere. She was really attached to him, she'll probably be lonely.

[And it's this thought that finally ekes a tear from her. Rosamund sniffs quick, wipes it, and tries the smoke a second time. It's more graceful than the first, but she still tapers off on an asthmatic trickle.]