Nod.

"...you being arrogant sounds nice, though I'm not entirely certain why."

"I wouldn't have called it my most likeable trait."

"I enjoy it when my friend Sophie is arrogant - I believe it's necessary for it to be at least somewhat justified arrogance, but I think you're plausibly the most important person alive, so quite a bit would be justified."

"If I'm the most important person alive it's presumably all my otherworldly knowledge, I didn't have it back home and was quite full of myself there. Should I meet Sophie?"

"It's also the healing. And the willingness to help people - most empowered who could be doing a lot more good than they are in practice doing. Possibly you should meet Sophie, she's very good, assuming you do not mind discussing the weather. If you do mind discussing the weather then probably you should not meet her."

"The healing is also new. ...is that all she talks about? I can no longer even detect many forms of weather."

"That is very nearly all she talks about. Her interest in weather is sufficiently broad that if there is some portion of it you find particularly interesting, she can be directed onto the subject. I've developed an interest in weather measurement and record keeping as a result of my friendship with her, and she's often happy to discuss such matters with me even if she has a fondness for qualitative reports about storms in particular."

"Huh. Well, the next time she visits or you want to go see her I'd be happy to be introduced."

"I'm sure that can be arranged."

Two days later Annie and Lucette get the chance to visit York's hospital, escorted by Lucette's grandfather's deputy steward.

Annie taps people according to whatever protocol makes this the least scandalous, usually with both the ?infection-killing? ?hyper-fever? warmth thing and also the direct healing power at the same time.

The protocol has her doing women and children first, and only after she's cured nearly all of them is she permitted to move on to the men. 

In total, she saves at little over a hundred people in the two hours she's there. 

Many of them might easily have survived without her so it's probably fewer than that. She doesn't mind doing women and children first, it's a little silly but it doesn't slow her down in terms of absolute number of patients.

Between the healing and the nightly snuggles Lucette is in a good mood for the next few days.

Snuggles~*~!

And late one night Lucette stirs just awake enough to notice - 

- an eight-armed mannequin, with no face save for a hungry mouth full of sharp ivory teeth. Lucette gets the chance to scream for a moment while it finds its place in the oversized tome it carries with it.

Annie can't hear her scream.

And then Lucette's eyes roll back in her head, and she's still. 

When she comes to she gasps.

"N-I'm. I."

"Please."

"Potato."

Lucette looks at Annie, terrified and helpless. 

A page is turned.

And then she's not looking at anything outside her own head.

"Sarsparilla."