[PQ+] [se] sifts of grains

Elizabeth

The woman was obviously difficult to manage, not willing to budge on her pretend injury. Elizabeth had to grit her teeth into a saccharine sweet smile. "Ma'am, I think both your husband and the Wardens would agree that your health is the top priority. Seeing as this was my fault, it's only right that I oversee all of your care." She didn't actually believe that it was her fault, but it could help Mrs. Took think that she cared.

When the snow went scattering into the wind, Elizabeth wasn't even phased. Even as the howling began anew, she kept her expression schooled. These childish actions wouldn't get her riled up. So she placed a hand on the woman's side to further support her, voice lilting in pity. "Oh, Mrs. Took. See? You really do need to be on bedrest. Each excessive movement could lead to a pinched nerve, possibly leaving you paralyzed!" Clucking her tongue, she guided her towards the door. "I'll shovel the snow into a pile to save for your back when I come to help." Elizabeth knew it wasn't what the woman wanted, but she would hear nothing of it, ushering her to rest. 

---

Elizabeth won't give in, but she's offered to shovel the snow into a pile for use on Mrs. Took's back.

Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength,
while loving someone deeply gives you courage.