Rose was in the kitchen preparing oatcakes. She was frowning and deep in thought. As a child, the world had been confusing sometimes, but she had figured that when she would grow up, she would understand it better. Now she knew that life only became more confusing as you grew up. And how she wished for some comfort in all of this. She looked back to the sitting room, and then put the oatcakes in the oven.

She stood in the doorway. "Can I fetch ye some more tea?"