Elvra instinctively turned her head towards the source of the voice, though her neck twitched more times while performing this. Being visibly surprised, yet the kind smile didn't fade away from her haggard face. She squeezed the arm of her husband, her fingers partly sticked to each other.<br/>"So.. it's a she. Our guest.. is a<em>she</em>! Then..."<br/>The woman turned back to Heath.<br/>"try to behave.. Heath Winchester. She.. is.. a lady!" - his wife tried to joke to ease the stress of this situation.<br/><em>Even now she joked.</em><br/><br/>As she was quickly loosing strenght he could feel her fragile form was getting heavier in his arms and also her legs started to tremble from such a little time spent standing. But she continued her efforts to speak.<br/>"Is this..  a meeting, Winch??.. Are we at a meeting?!"<br/>Now that the woman sank under the surface again she turned anxious. Both of her hands were grabbing the man's arms with that little firmness that was left in her muscles.<br/>"Am I.. am I wearing the proper dress?!.. Winch! I'm.. so scared!"<br/>By the end of her sentences her voice was not more than a whisper and soon tears run down on her cheeks.<br/>"What's happening to me?!"<br/>Elvra burried her forehead into his chest and shirt, like a child who had been lost or a little animal searching for shelter. It was not only the effect of medicines, her own mind, her struggling nervous system played cruel tricks to her and that she knew exactly. And now it happened again.<br/>