The room carried a faint smell of lavender, a calming fragrance that helped ease Beth's nerves, even if her thoughts remained restless.
"...Hup!"
Beth stood on a low stool, tugging a heavy woolen blanket from the shelf. Beneath it, she uncovered a second... softer, made of folded cotton.
By the fireplace, Miss Celia fussed over a wide brass iron that had been set on the small warming hearth at the back of the room.
The metal hissed softly as she lifted it, pressing it along the edge of the woolen blanket Beth passed her. She worked with quiet precision, smoothing each seam so it would be perfect when the Madam tucked herself in.
Must be no wrinkles, no uneven warmth.
"Got the cotton blanket!" Beth announced, hugging the soft pad to her chest as she hopped down from the stool with a soft thud.
