Exhaling heavily, Jess swam over to Roxy. "Yeah, same."
Her muscles ached, but it was the satisfying ache of a vigorous exercise session, which had done both of them good. Just as Roxy had hoped, it had burned off most of the stress and anger. "Seems like it was what we needed."
Maybe in the morning, they'd be able to think of something. If the situation didn't hit again like a truck, that was.
She quickly caught up with Roxy, who waited by the changing room, and followed her in. After getting dried and dressed, she headed back down the hallway beside her, to the rooms set up for them. As comfortable as hers looked, and as grateful as she was to the maid, the knowledge of whose house it was offset the effect.
Nonetheless, she gave Roxy a little smile. "Night,"
she replied, and headed into the spare room. She almost didn't want to sleep. If she slept now, she thought while changing into her pyjamas, it would be morning before she knew it. Another day of dealing with this crap. She dug out a book from her suitcase, but barely read a page before her eyelids grew heavy and her focus drifted. Switching off the light, she nestled into the soft linen. Being well rested would mean being better able to support Roxy, and not screwing up like earlier.
At least they only had one more day here. Then it would be back to their lives, even if those lives were still entangled in Mr Black's until they found a way to escape.