Jocelynn was glad to have something to do. Or, perhaps glad wasn't the right word. Relieved came close, but it wasn't right either. It was more like the pressure that sat on her chest had abated for a moment while she dragged one of the high-backed chairs from her private dining room over to the hearth, and the eels wriggling in her stomach settled down by the time she stepped into her bed chamber to retrieve soaps and a cloth for washing.
For a moment, she didn't have to worry about her sister's judgment… she just had to help her sister out of the last of her clothing and with a bit of washing up. She could do that. Everything else… it wouldn't matter until later.
Jocelynn paused when she reached the collection of soaps she kept by her washstand. A few of them, like the lavender and honeysuckle, were local scents that she'd acquired since her arrival in Lothian. They were adequate, but they didn't compare to the ones made at home in Blackwell.
