She gave the shears a little snip-snip in the air.<br/>"Well, it has been suggested to me that it would be best if you didn't have any children, so that was an option."  Her tone of voice and smirk make it clear that she's joking with just the hint of danger.  "But more seriously if you didn't start recovering quickly then I was going to cut off that jacket to avoid moving you and seeing what else might be broken."<br/><br/>She stood and moved over to a chair in the room.  The guest room was simple: a bed, a closet, and two chairs - one of which set before a desk.  She was seated in the more comfortable chair, which happened to also be nearest the door.  A window over the desk showed clear blue skies and a sunny warmth of mid-morning.<br/><br/>"And you've ruined a potentially great morning of fun, so you owe me at least a tale of danger and woe."  Greyclaw rubbed against her ankle, his eyes on Karloff.  "I don't trust him." the cat mentally warned her.  "That's okay, I don't trust him either." she thought back.