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[h1][b][i][color=0072bc]Millicent Wyndham[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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	Millicent smiled gratefully towards Virginia. She knew the woman, as strange as she could be, always meant well. If her sisters were already married off to people that she trusted she might have taken her up on her offer and hired extra guards for her step mother. If only she could find someone daft enough to get her step mother to marry should it come that her father would never return. No, she mustn't think of things such as that. Her father would return and everything would go back to normal. Then she would be free to let her guard down some. Of course she would always look after her family but at least if her father was there she wouldn't have to feel like a she had to be on watch every moment of every day. 

	[color=0072bc]"Oh father..."[/color] she whispered to herself as Virginia went into her trance. Shaking off the mind wandering Millicent kept vigilant to the woman's body and the surroundings. She knew that Virginia was helpless right then and even though they were in her personal home with the fact that at least one Soulless was within the Jericho made her nerves stand on end. She had to watch over yet another but this one did not make her feel as if she was a plague to be around but an actual help. Granted the Chankoowashtay did not leave Virginia immobile, should an attack occur Millicent could give Virginia one word directions that her body would be able to pull off. Hide, duck, run. Though it came with its draw back, if Millicent told her to run where she would run was anyones guess and she wouldn't stop until told too. She could end up anywhere. It was dangerous. Seeing her friend there, it made her feel warm inside that she should trust her enough to put her safety in Millicent's hands.  

	Miss Wyndham was grateful for the thick walls and sturdy construction of the manor. The loud mouth of her mother was muffled and could be ignored well enough. Granted it became louder when Abigail came in to do her duties until the door was closed again. Abigail knew better than to speak during this time while Millicent watched over Virginia and got to work on the usual dusting and cleaning, careful not to disturb the two. Abigail was a good girl and in a way Millicent envied her. The poor, while destitute, if lucky could find a way in life that she would be never privied to, one to chose who they were to be with without worry of titles, events, or the gossip of the ton. It was a freedom that she was afraid she would never know because so few women in her place ever did.