I am telling you, I have no precedent from which to draw your answer.

[It's very near an exclamation, the sharpness that meets sharpness, a light of frustration sparking in Rosalind's eyes. It would not be so vexing if at least she had expected this response, but she is giving perfectly sound reasons and Elizabeth is rejecting every last one out of hand.]

The very best I may offer is theories. Conjecture. And if I knew of some solution to nightmares-

[She would be the wealthiest woman in the world. And she would have given it to Robert, long ago. It gives her pause, before she continues, some of the venom bled from her.]

. . . but I don't.