You don't know that I haven't. [it's said so flatly, so bleakly, as she sits herself on her customary stool, expression weary] I don't have to hurt you for them to use me in some way to do it.

[what if she's been spying on everyone all along? Unknowingly reporting in during her sleep? ..Not likely, no, but she doesn't know. It's keeping her up at night.]

..Point conceded. [A cure certainly can't arrive soon enough. there's a wan smile] Is tea the British solution to all ills?