Temple of the Four Winds: Continued

Still reeling from the visual shock of an almost slapstick disruption to the ritual of the Eucharist; Mere Marjolaine Valdevendage, Vielle soeur Agathe and soeur Ursule, conferred in measured tones and whispers over the welfare of our poor soeur Heloise, so suddenly taken ill.
The three conjectured as to what could have wrought this change...La Mere Superieure fingered her rosary beads pensively, as if counting each bead by touch alone, subconsciously distracted and with a distant, cold, intense gaze in her lucid light greyblue eyes.
Sunstroke?, food poisoning?, some stomach upset or bug from the meal...or all three? No one quite knew. They pondered the possibities in turn, while it was agreed that soeur Agathe would minister to soeur Heloise in her need and share the nursing at intervals with the help of two novices, Eulalie Durochers and Annette Paradis.
Mademoiselle Eulalie and Mme Annette had been left with the feverish Heloise, soeur Agathe had prepared a tissane de Chamomile et Angelique to settle her stomach and the two novices watched over their elder sister in dutiful silence. Presently, soeur Agathe left her colleagues a causette intime, and returned to the cell of soeur Heloise..."Eulalie, Annette...how does she fare?", inquired the good natured and wise old nun quietly entering with a rustling swish of her habit and cape. Gently patting a fevered brow, and crossing herself devoutly...Mme Eulalie was a beautiful young woman of eighteen. Her large almond shaped eyes and full lips; set over a slight overbite, large dark brows and long lashes gave her a sultry look of pouting beauty. A strange upward lift, in her left eyebrow, implied: permanent inquiry, her innocent gaze, open and questioning without guile or any coarseness.
Annette Paradis, by contrast was fair and rosy, a charming sparking sort of girl, whose twinkling blue eyes belied a playful optimism, which despite herself, she applied willfully in all that she said or did...an earnest desire to please and be pleased. In fact, an outsider would, upon first seeing these two, ask of him or herself. why oh why? did two such young girls waste their natural charms in such a place as La Couvent de la Sang Precieux?
"She sleeps quietly now ma cher soeur Agathe"...offered Eulalie..."Yes, but occasionally mumbles in her sleep"...joined Annette..." She drank little of the tissane earlier, but then, had a great thirst, and wanted all of it , as if parched..."
The aged nun knit her brow and stroked her chin as would a man..."Mmm it must be sunstroke and a drouthe from her sunburn"..."Leave me with her now mes filles, ...allez allez, you have done very well in your assistance, off now to your beds, we have a busy day in the garden tomorrow"...Each sweet girl was kissed on the forehead in turn by the kind old guardian, they curtseyed lightly, kissed her signet ring, crossed themselves reverently, and then vanished like birds in Autumn...