"Contraband," she stated, in an attempt to silence her sister.

Adonai, at least Zech knew how to be quiet. He liked to be left alone as much as she did. There had been times during her previous stay when she had almost forgotten he existed. Ruth on the other hand, was of the 'very present' persuasion. How was she going to secretly nurse a broken heart under her Ruth's observant eyes and brazen questions? Perhaps she'd take her chances with Uriel and the tramp.

The porter paused and looked up nervously at the top box. Nesah began to walk and snapped her fingers. "Let's go," she commanded, before turning back to her sister. "Don't be ridiculous. One carriage will do."

Now that her luggage was secure, she observed Ruth carefully. It had been a long time since she had seen her sister. Could it be that she looked even more masculine than before? Ruth would have enjoyed Paris alright. She'd blend right in at Le Hanneton.

... Was that Zech's vest?

She knew it was. She had tried it on. And she disliked Ruth even more now, realizing that her sister dared to go out dressed like that.

"You look... good. I suppose I haven't kept up with Whitby's latest fashion. Are vests and bloomers a thing here now?"