Her breathing became labored and her reply hefted more grain than before. "Do not concern yourself with me, child. This world will not be rid of me so easily." The world seemed to beg to differ. Gwenneth turned again to cough into a closed fist. This time however, it continued into a fit of successive coughd that wracked her body and wrenched away any previous signs of strength and pride the woman had. She reeled back into her chair where her spree soon subsided. A sweat had broken out over the woman and she seemed physically disconnected now. "Just promise me that once you've mastered your new prowess you will take an apprentice as I took you. Prolong my legacy and our art. Above all else, The Sisterhood must endure."