Edna dressed Rose, and she didn't even stir. Not when she lifted her into a sitting position, and not even when she accidentally pulled a little too hard on her hair as Edna struggled to put Rose's clothes on. Rose was practically dead weight, and Edna wasn't the strongest.
When she was done, making sure to secure the robes, Edna was exhausted. There were sweat beads on her face, and her arms were sore from all the effort. She stood from the bed and walked to the exit, knocked on the door, and it opened almost immediately.
A guard walked into the room while Mister Henry stood behind. The guard lifted Rose onto his shoulder and carried her out of the room, with Edna and Henry following behind.
"What's the meaning of this?" Henry whispered. "Can you explain?"
Edna nodded. "She must be tired from all the tasks she had to do."
"What do you mean? Is it any different from normal?"
"Yes, something happened last night," Edna started to explain.
