[MaC] Revelations?

[Katie Fulton]

Pamela made a moue, but knelt and began her work anyway. Whatever she
applied to the puncture *did* hurt quite powerfully, and was sickeningly
chill to the touch to boot. She worked quickly, however, keeping the
agony as short-lived as possible.

"Lord Richard," she said in a murmur for his ears alone as she reached
into her bag for bandage-linen, "I am exceeding my bounds, and possibly
betraying a confidence, but in light of tonight's events I feel I must.
I ask you, my lord, please to communicate with your sister Elizabeth as
soon as may be, on a matter of considerable -- perhaps life-saving -- 
importance."

In more normal tones, she said, "That should do. I am sorry if I hurt
you; the palm of the hand is a terrible place to be injured, so many
nerves there."

Richard's eyes were wide. He leaned in, his good hand grasping her arm
before she could pull away and join the group at large. "My sister?" he said
quietly. "What--" Then he realized how they must look, and released her.
"Can we talk later? Privately?"