Rose heard the door creak open and was surprised to see Martha walk into the room. Her countenance was sinister as she walked in, but the instant she noticed Rose's gaze on her, she broke into a forced smile that didn't even reach her eyes.
Rose adjusted on the mat. She had literally been seated here since Edna left. She couldn't find it in her to do anything, and she couldn't exactly move around the castle nor do any chores, so sitting here was all she could do.
It was already past lunch, but she wasn't hungry, and even if she was, she knew she wouldn't be able to eat. It would choke her, so she just sat here, and she couldn't even play her flute to keep herself company as she had given it to Edna to keep safe for her. She couldn't help but feel a little sad and dejected.
