[strict] The Mother Superior wants to see you in her quarters. I would not dally if I were you.

[nervous, freaking out] What shall become of us? May God preserve us. Those savages will break down the doors and slaughter us all!

[annoyed] He has yet to show any signs of recovery. Your tincture was useless, sister. Wait until the Mother Superior hears of this. She's already questioning your loyalty, we all are. But the Lord hears and sees all. Never forget that!