Mrs. Holloway moved into the room with the efficiency of someone used to taking charge in a crisis. "Now then, why don't you and Mary go downstairs and get some tea for yourselves? You look like you could use it. I'll take care of the young man here."
Sarah opened her mouth to protest, but Mrs Holloway cut her off with a gentle but firm look. "It's alright, dear. I raised three boys. This isn't anything I haven't seen before. And I daresay it'll be easier on everyone's modesty this way."
For a moment, Sarah hesitated. The idea of leaving Victor, even in Mrs. Holloway's capable hands, didn't sit well with her. But she had to admit the older woman had a point.
"Alright," Sarah conceded. "But please, call me if you need anything. And let me know as soon as he's settled."
Mrs. Holloway's expression softened. "Of course, dear. Now go on, get yourself warm and dry. I'll take good care of him."
