Set in Motion

Stella, have you seen my black cape? I can't seem to find where I left it. Grace is busy getting all their clothing and essentials together, as Norman instructed some days ago, for the next time rip. Stella sits back in the rocking chair and stares at the flames licking the small pile of wood, that is nearly turned to ash. Her patience is running out and with her final plans determined, she can barely contain her excitement...one more night and the deed will be done.
Stella, did you hear me? Grace stands next to her mesmerized sister rocking in a trance. Hey! Pay attention, will you? Mm, what? Stella comes out of her brain fog and looks up at her sister, who is annoyed. Looking somewhat confused, Stella asks, were you saying something? Are you OK Stella? Grace bends over and feels her forehead, worried the fever is back. Yes, I am alright, just preoccupied with my thoughts; nothing for you to be concerned about. Are you sure? Maybe you should go back to bed and rest. No, I am fine and I like sitting next to the fire. Well, alright, but let me get some more wood and we can heat up the last of your blood potion; then I think you should go to bed.
As you wish Gracie. Thank you for taking care of me. I sure would love to have some raw meat though...any chance there is some left? Stella knows there isn't any, but she wants her sister to go out. I'm sorry, but we finished it off yesterday. Oh, I see, said Stella in a pouty way. 
Grace adds wood to the fire...snap...crackle...sizzle goes the fresh wood. Little puffs of smoke curl up towards the chimney, like tiny dancing ghosts. Stella turns to Grace, When did you last check the 'message center' (Britannia Public House Landlord) for word from Norman? Stoking the fire, Grace responds, It's been several days; I was concerned about you and your health condition. Well, I'm much better now and you know how Norman is. He may have left instructions and if we delay much longer, the consequences could be disastrous. Yes, I see your point. Grace pokes the fire and knits her brow in concern. Norman always gets very agitated just before a rip; no need to take any further chances. Stella can tell she has triggered her sister into action and a small grin tickles the corners of her mouth.
I will wait until you've had your medicine and no ill affects are present. If there is a message and we aren't leaving soon, then I'll see about getting some meat for you.
Thank you dear sister. What would we do without you?