She smiled at his whistle, then frowned at his statement. "No..not anymore...they all feared the plague...those who didn't die anyway...they fled, they all fled...Some parts of this old 'ouse are much cleaner, it's 'ard to do everything alone...carring for the 'orses, cleaning the house, working, tending the lawn, and taking care of my mother..." she explained life really wasn't easy for her anymore, it kept getting harder if anything. Satine was leaning on the walls using them as a guide, "She's up stairs...in her room" She replied. Her eyes brightened slightly, then dimmed again, she couldn't let her mother be cursed her soul belonged to God, plus she had been sick for so long, it was probably too late. satine hit into a table, grabbing the candlabra lighting it on fire. Moving to the stairs, She walked up and went inside her mothers room leaving the door open. "Mama...Mama I'm 'ome," she spoke softly, putting the candles on the deask by the bed. 'Satine?' "Yes Mama? I'm here." she took her mother's hand, and held it. "Mama your hands are warm.." 'No satine your hands are as ice, why are you so cold?' "I forgot my cloak, Mama." 'You'll catch your death baby,' "I know Mama..." and she did just not how it should've been. 'Satine...' "Yes Mama?" 'Satine I love you so much...I want you to be good...like you've always been...I won't see you marry, nor will I ever meet my grandchildren...I will be gone, but I will always be with you in here' She pointed to Satine's heart. 'I will watch you from heaven...and you will go through life and die an old woman warm in her bed...God will call you when he's ready to take you...' she continued. Satine still able to cry started to."Mama...don't talk like that....you're gonna make it...you can't die...you can't leave me alone..." Her body was shaking, she then climbed into the bed holding her frail mother grant Satine was frail now. "You can't die Mama you're all I 'ave left..." she stated craddling her mother. she felt her mother go limp and her last breathe was gone, her heart was no longer beating, satine sat there and cried, still holding her.