Apolline sent her eldest a patient smile. "Think, Fleur," She said as, without looking, she grabbed Gabrielle's wrist so her youngest didn't end up wandering off and getting lost," Both Marvolo and Morfin were not slated for death for a long while, no matter Marvolo's age. They were both in perfect health." She looked down at her youngest, passing her several coins. "Gabrielle, why don't you and a guard go and buy something from a bakery? We'll wait here for you."