Doctor's diagnosis: severe magic exhaustion. Prescription: rest, food, absolutely no stress, and definitely no magic.
Mary and Ulyssia both had scolding and congratulations in turn for me. They had somehow already heard about Sir Fairenson's new baby girl and, once they had finished scolding me for freaking out, proceeded to include me in their plans to tie a quilt for the new mother. It was apparently a tradition in the mansion that, whenever someone in the workforce had a new baby, female servants who were interested or new the family would get together to make a quilt together for them. I readily agreed.
"But if you're too tired," said Ulyssia with a grandmotherly pat on my hand. "It's alright. You've already given quite the welcome to the world gift, I dare say."
I was very thankfu
