As much as her father protested, lecturing her about her health and well being, Morena didn't rest very long. In fact as soon as she could move, she did so.
Even before that she still kept up her work from the bed. Of course her father stepped up once more and filled in while she was injured, but the man was still poisoned, he couldn't move just as much as her.
In fact he might have been worse off, because if he pushed himself too much the poison would become more aggressive, harming him further. So as much as he protested against her working, he knew that the house couldn't be without a lead for long.
She had only been in her chambers for a few nights before she forced herself back to her desk. Her body still hurt with every movement, her arm wrapped tightly in fresh bandages, and her wound being coated by layers of energy from within to increase its rate of healing.
The healers told her to stay in bed for a week at the very least, but that was impossible.
