"The carpets are going to get worn right through with your pacing," Atticus gently reminded, a hint of teasing in his voice in his poor attempt to lighten up the mood. "The chicken will be fine. Don't worry too much about it."
The joke, however, wasn't appreciated. Daphne threw her husband a hard glare, returning to chewing at her bottom lip. Her pacing only increased after, and Atticus had to make sure Daphne's earrings weren't glowing in fear that she might accidentally set the carpets on fire with her frantic steps.
"How could I not?" she cried out, exasperated. "He's only been getting worse and worse and no one knows what is going on with him. I doubt even Alistair would know since he was roped into this mess only because of Jean Nott!"
