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Sister Juliet hadn't even realised anyone was watching, so she went from in pain to squeaking with alarm when Fenna and Lillianna appeared by her side.

"Oh, thank you, thank you," the servant of Iris responded as she allowed the women to help her to her feet.  Halfway up, she paused, her brow furrowed in confusion.  "Lucinda?"  Who was that?  She couldn't recall anyone by that name.  But on Lillianna's revealing that she could see ghosts, the Sister realised she was dealing with someone gifted in...

...gifted in slipping and falling too.  "For the crystal tears of Mother!  Sorry!" Still in Fenna's grasp, she managed to stand up straight.  "Thank you," she said to her, then looked back at Lillianna with a frightful expression. "I am so sorry."

Tentatively stepping from out of the wet floor zone, she looked around to make sure none of the other Sisters had come and seen the mess she'd made, then helped Lillianna to her feet. "I am extraordinarily sorry."

She looked about the young woman to make sure her clothes were not ripped and she wasn't hurt, residual pain on her face amongst the worry.  Then she rushed around the wet zone to fetch the ladder and bucket and put it to one side.  After that, she looked at the wet floor, biting her fingernails with that same look of worry she always wore when she knew she was close to getting into trouble.

"I should..." she went to run into Church, then paused, looked back at Fenna and Lillianna, her eyes bouncing from one to other.  "You said you were here on behalf of a Lucinda?  About a... ghost?"  With a look up and down Lillianna to reconfirm that she wasn't scuffed or bleeding or anything, she added a final mouthed, "Sorry."