02-23-2021, 10:51 AM
She nodded sleepily. Assuming Betsy led her to the bathroom, she would do her business and then splash water on her face. She could certainly use a warm bath, she thought, hoping for the best when she went to see her mother and father. Dread filled her and she rubbed at her aching back, then was off in the hansom for other parts of Whitby...