"You do understand the seriousness of your situation, yes?"

It began simply. These things always do. The idiot had clothes and rags scattered about in a few notable places among old glasses and disposable trash. Just a matter of bending down to pick a couple of things up off the ground. Then the pressing, folding, and returning of each item to its proper location. Such a mindless, easy task it did not occur to her to not do it. 

The trouble began when she took the glasses to the kitchen to wash them. That's when she saw the state of everything. She has been trapped in here ever since, washing smudges and streaks of grease or spots of old milk out of dishes and cookware. Every step of progress reveals a new link in the endless chain of traps set here to capture her. The work of a villain, clearly. 

"I have explained to you in detail the degree to which I am incapable of providing services as a healer. Even if I were of some modest talent, you are hurt quite badly and I would not trust myself to your convalescence," She shakes her head, "When you gave directions I did not believe for a second that you were leading me [i]to your house.[/i] Is it your intention to sleep off a stab wound? Are you somehow dumber than you look?"

The soap here has been allowed to run low. She is obliged to supply her own. Something that should be trivial to provide takes double the effort and care because she needs to not wake little Soline, who is apparently deeply possessive of her requisitions to a degree that even Morning would find greedy. Troubles pile atop of troubles.

"Is this some misguided attempt to protect me? I assure you I have grown quite used to needing to run from everyone with even a shred of authority. It is not new. There is no need to prioritize-- Evening's Light, [i]how did you get it on the sides of the pot?![/i]"

Not only has an infinite maze of dirty dishes kept her pinned in place, as she moves to put away the freshly cleaned items, Eclair Espoir has discovered streaks and stuck on cheeses on the surfaces of the utensils that had already been shut away and (allegedly) cleaned. Her eyebrow twitches. She pulls an entire stack out and sweeps them toward the sink. 

Sigh, sweeping. She had not even found the time to do [i]that[/i].

"...There is such a thing as being too focused on the big picture, you understand. Now. [i]Please[/i] tell me you have, mmn. No. Show me. [i]Show[/i] me you have some means of contacting help, or I cannot continue on my investigation. I am going to get you to a healer even if I have to drag you back into the streets and scream murder."