"Are you certain you are finished? I don't feel like rushing back to the bathroom with you," Priscilla said, carefully releasing Alessandra's hair. "These shoes are not meant for running around in."
"I am finished for now," Alessandra replied.
Priscilla looked away from the mess Alessandra created. "Go wash your mouth. I will get rid of this. At this age, I didn't think I would deal with a pregnant woman throwing up."
"I'm sorry. I wouldn't have called you if I knew I was going to vomit but thank you for holding my hair," Alessandra said, grateful to have Priscilla around. It was awkward since they never had pleasant interactions in the past but Alessandra appreciated the help.
"It would have annoyed me if there were bits of vomit in your hair. Nothing more," Priscilla mumbled, coming to stand beside Alessandra to wash her hands after taking care of the vomit in the toilet. This was going to stay in her mind for days. "Have you and Edgar spoken about children?"
