Carrying a small suitcase, whispers I'm here to start... Is this okay? looks around nervously
Sure, go ahead, Eliza. What's on your mind?
takes a deep breath, looks into Brown's eyes Bastarboa, I've noticed that there are some areas in the house that could use some extra attention.
points towards the dusty bookshelves The bookshelves, for example. They could use a good dusting.
Ah, yes. The bookshelves. I've been meaning to get to those. Thanks for reminding me, Eliza.
quickly grabs a ladder and approaches the bookshelves I can dust them for you, Bastarboa. It won't take me long.
Alright, Eliza. Go ahead.
climbs up the ladder, balancing precariously as she reaches for the top shelf
leans forward, trying to reach a particularly stubborn spot, but loses her balance and falls off the ladder
Shit, Eliza! Are you alright?
groans in pain, clutching her arm I-I'm fine, Bastarboa. Just a little fall.
Let me see that arm, Eliza.
pulls away slightly Thank you, Bastarboa, but I'll be alright. Just a minor sprain, nothing serious.
Are you sure, Eliza? Let me take a look.
hesitates, but eventually relents Okay, Bastarboa. If it will put your mind at ease, I suppose you can take a look.
looks at Eliza's arm Looks like you twisted it pretty good, Eliza. You should have told me sooner.
winces in pain I apologize, Bastarboa. I didn't want to cause any inconvenience.
Don't worry about that, Eliza. Your comfort comes first. Let's get you some ice for that arm.
nods gratefully Thank you, Bastarboa. I appreciate your concern. Ice would be wonderful.
I got her some ice Here you go, Eliza.
takes the ice from Brown and applies it gently to her arm Thank you, Bastarboa. Your kindness means a lot to me.