*sees that she's not going to be able to hide anything from you*
*knows it's not advisable to speak too openly here, though*
*offers a small smile* I'm just concerned about you, dear, of course. *hesitates while she thinks how best to proceed* I was told you've been feeling ill. Are you quite all right?
Did Finduilas tell you that? She's been quite diligent about visiting. :? *joking, not quite getting the point* These conditions alone are going to do me in, I'm sure. I haven't slept a wink.
*pausing again* —Yes. Finduilas has been a lovely help, hasn't she? You're still not the one married to her, right?
As long as you're on the mend, sweetheart. It would be frightful if it turned out you needed another surgery. *knowing full well you've never had a serious health problem, in her experience* Remember the last time we had to hospitalize you? I was scared to death. *carefully* It was such a relief when you were finally released.
*nods almost imperceptibly* *perfectly sincerely* So would I.
*with a degree of sarcasm not remotely characteristic of her* Though I seriously doubt Elwë would relent even if— *almost loses heart* —even if you were knocking at death's door.
*just as carefully* I don't want you to worry about that, Naneth. Even in a place like this, I'm sure I can pull through. I must be just reacting badly to the... conditions.
*takes a deep breath and plunges ahead* *hopes she just sounds like your standard overbearing mother* Well, if things worsen, I want someone to have a look at you. There's someone at the MHC who's very good in a number of areas and—I hope you don't mind, darling—I've already had a chat with him.
*really looks as though continuing this discussion is causing her physical pain* His methods can be a little...extreme but he's willing to help, if you think you need him.
I know you didn't, lovey. But I'm sure you'll agree that desperate...that good medical care is hard to come by? He's quite committed and even, dare I say it, very very concerned.
*looks through the glass at you helplessly* *would like nothing more than to cuddle you just like you were a baby again*
*vaguely wonders if she ought to try to talk you out of it*
*no longer going out of her way to be consistent with the doublespeak* It's ultimately up to you, of course. I wish to Eru the other options were more encouraging.