She of the Stories is a bit better than she was, she can walk without anyone to hold on to - very slow, though - and gets better as the day goes on, but she's still stiff and sore. The animals have sent her some lovely flowers, bless em, there was a vase of lilies on the table beside her when I wen to see her, ooh, her place is an a terrible state, it were always untidy, but just now she can't pick up anything off the floor, that's how she done it in the first place. I took her a lovely flask of cordial.
It must have done 'er some good. When I went back she'd finished every last drop and she was able to get out of bed by herself in less than half an hour. Did her more good than them lilies, they'd all wilted.
She says she'll sort out the messages for you all when she's able to. Whenever that is.
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