A tragedy. They hoped to revive her. The smallest dwarf had noticed at intake that she seemed well mannered, a good example for the less socialized girls. Judging by the quality of her clothes, she’d come from a good family.
She earned her keep, but wouldn’t open the door or go outside, though she wouldn’t say why. She was the only one home when the apples came. The dwarf tried to imagine it. The urge to hide. The worry that she would disappoint them if she ignored the bell. The stab of a needle as the delivery driver injected her.