Rosalie was stuck in bed for almost an entire week after she collapsed. At first, she indeed felt quite weak, and being bedridden did not seem so daunting, but once she was able to regain her strength, she had to practically fight with both Aurora and Logan for a chance to stride around the room at least.
"My Lady, His Grace ordered us not to let you strain yourself; we cannot disobey him!"
Aurora wrapped her lady into the blanket like a caterpillar while Logan kept holding her down, limiting her frantic movements.
"We understand that you might feel frustrated being cooped up in the room for so long, but please, have some compassion for us as well, My Lady! His Grace will definitely kill us both if he sees you leave this room before Revered Altair gives his permission."
