Gerta waves a hand dismissively at your apology about the scissors, her expression softening.

[b]"Don't you worry none about that, sugar. We all get a little jumpy sometimes."[/b] She glances past you into the room, then back to your face. [b]"I hope your time with Miss Thornwick went alright?"[/b]

Before you can answer fully, she continues, her tone warm and matter-of-fact.

[b]"Listen, honey, you don't need to explain much right now. You look dead on your feet. I'll get you a room for the night, somethin' comfortable where you can rest proper. In the mornin', we can sit down and talk about what's goin' on, what you need help with. Sound good?"[/b]

She starts to pull the door closed behind you, ready to lead you toward the stairs.

But just before the door clicks shut, you catch it. Gerta's eyes flick toward the exact spot where you saw the cloth moving. Her gaze lingers there for just a heartbeat, her expression unreadable.

Then she turns back to you with that same warm smile.

[b]"Come on now, let's get you settled."[/b]

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[b]What do you do?[/b]