The apparent attempt on the Red Queen's life was quite troubling to Billie. Poisoning was nothing to take lightly, and was still impacting the servaline fem as the days ticked by in her recovery. She seemed shaky still, glazed look lingering in her crimson gaze. She's not sure exactly who would have wanted to commit such a dastardly act, and only hoped that it was nobody in the clan itself. With that said, there was little that Wilhelmina expected in others, a touch jaded and twice as guarded, but she would have never considered the possibility of the woman doing it to herself.
With that said, the physician is at the Queen's corners early that morning. The weather outside is chilly with dawn's crisp air, and even within the pyramids is a brittle layer of frost threatening to infiltrate. The healer's lush pelt is fluffed out, making the petite-nearly-gaunt she-cat look to be twice het size. She lingers outside the door, meowing, "Nadine? It's Wilhelmina, I've come to check on you." That is all she managed to say, announcing her arrival before delicately stepping into the room. Concerned green orbs fell onto the spotted wildcat and she queried, "How are you feeling?"