(OOC cross posted to the RDI Playables.)

The missive that she received from her baby sister's husband was short and to the point. She'd never met the man her sister had written home about but she was going to soon and she was a tad nervous.

The note simply said:

Rosie needs you. Come as quick as you can.

Dakota

So, upon her arrival at the Villa, she was met at the door by the tall, haggard looking man with tattoos. His dark hair hung in his face as he led her in, carrying her bag. He indicated the master bedroom as where Rosie lay, and he would take Mo's bag to the guestroom down the hall.

Mo's eyes moistened when she caught site of her baby sister. Rosie's nose had been broken badly and it was still swollen. The bruises around her eyes and nose were fading, but were still a stark purple, red and green. Rosie's face was pale, her eyes bright with fever.

She set on the edge of the bed and held her sister's hand when Dakota moved to the doorway of the room. He'd been humbled by what had happened and was truly remorseful that his wife lay there, with nothing that he could do to help.

Maureen would look to Dakota and softly smile, the mirror of her baby sister's smile. "Could you bring me some clean cloths, and some very hot water?"