11-13-2021, 10:11 AM
(This post was last modified: 11-13-2021, 10:12 AM by Jenny Cook.)
Jenny's mouth twisted slightly into a grimace. She knelt down and began to light the fire. "That's what the doctor says anyway, that she's sick. Whether it's sickness of the soul or just an ill character -," She stopped herself, and shook her head. "It's none of our business. Certainly not yours." She looked up, her face softer now. "What will ye do?"