The next few days, I mostly spend pacing back and forth in my room, worrying about my pack while healing from the rest of my injuries.
Bethany works on the sewing machine as she watches me. She’s made it a habit of personalizing my dresses when she has no other work duties to attend to. I’m happy for it. Many of my standard dresses now have a unique flair.
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