"Don't-say-a-word." Her mother scolded her. "Desperate times call for desperate measures! Really, Rose? How could you? Do you think I enjoy constantly living in fear for you? I just wanted to spend these days with you, embrace you tightly and cry together for your loss, not see you distant and bleeding in our garden, spending the entire night at St. Mungo's hoping that the dagger wasn't cursed! Absolutely, it wasn't what I wished for you!"