Nessarose had depended on Elphaba rather a lot. She realised this now, after the latter had run away, and she was left almost entirely under Morrible's care. Aside from Miss Glinda, none of the students seemed particularly concerned by Elphaba's departure - in fact, they relished in the opportunity for gossip - and Glinda could at least busy herself with Fiyero and her many friends. Nessarose was quite isolated without Elphaba - even Boq had been noticeably absent since storming off at the train station. She'd been spending most of her time in her room, nodding blankly as Madame Morrible fussed over her and waiting until the ghastly woman would finally bustle off to a class. Perhaps it was not entirely productive to spend so much time resentful and moping, but what else could Nessa do? It was becoming difficult to tell, on the occasions when tears began to well up, whether they were from sadness or anger, or something else entirely.
And now her father. Nessarose had known something was wrong from the moment Morrible had entered, with an air of self importance that seemed unusual even for her. She had spoken in an exaggeratedly low tone, as if the combination of bad news and a loud voice might be too much for Nessa and cause some kind of fit, and Nessarose struggled with the urge to recoil as Morrible reached to touch her shoulder. Her father had been taken ill, apparently: "It's the stress of the situation, dear, so of course it seems quite serious - although, of course, it's nothing for you to worry about."
She had left almost immediately afterwards, to Nessa's relief, muttering something about how inconsiderate Elphaba had been (Nessarose wondered why she felt so eager to defend her sister when Morrible spoke, no matter how resentful and bitter she usually felt) and Nessa sat alone in her room, trying to process the news. Never before, to her knowledge, had her father been so ill that it was necessary to alert family members.
Really, she wanted to speak to Elphaba, but there was no Elphaba now, so Nessarose had not moved from her room, not wanting to endure any gossiping students for the time being. The knock on the door surprised her - it was rare for anyone to venture into Morrible's private quarters - and she pulled the door only an inch or two ajar, until she poked her head around and saw who stood behind it.
"Boq?" His arrival, unexpected as it was, startled her, and it took her a moment to realise that she was probably expected to speak. "...You came."
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