{Music Recommendation: Don't let me go ~ Raign}
Jenna watched the young woman's jaw tick and fists clench, and she agreed in that moment that misery did in fact enjoy retinue. Why would she cry her eyes out alone in the room, when the one who had caused it all sat outside like a prim woman knitting with a smile on her face?
Even if she burnt herself with words, it was all good, Jenna thought, because she wasn't burning alone.
"I'll clean it so it doesn't fester, then wrap it up." Lady Rachel rummaged through the box she had returned with, still holding Jenna's hand.
Lois dropped the knitting needle and wool she'd been holding. "Matron, I will return to my room now."
"No, you will not," Rachel remarked bluntly without looking up, her eyes still on Jenna's palm.
Jenna twitched her lips, trying hard not to laugh as the girl's fury showed on her red cheeks.
"You will stay back and finish knitting."
