Her brows pinch, definitely doesn't like that idea at all. "I am not an invalid," she grumbles sullenly. She can walk, she will walk, even if it is a constant embarrassment to her that she's lost all the grace of her former days. She'd been beautiful then, tall and lean, in beautiful high-heeled shoes and a confident gait. Her frown deepens.

"It worsens, in stillness." The same way her speech did if she failed to talk for too long, if Barbet ignored her for too long. She has to badger him incessantly for him to practice her French with her.