During the course of the tale, Sofia had taken to sitting by Amber's side. Desmond, too, now sat by the large chest at the end of her bed.
A sigh can be heard from Sofia as she shakes her head lightly in disapproval.
"What are we going to do?" Amber asked, worry creasing her brow.
Sofia stood, a familiar look of determination taking root in her features as she pointed to her sister's leg. "I'll take care of your cut while Desmond can clean out the things you tried to hide under the bed." Amber had the grace to blush.
And the sense to lift her petticoats by the time Sofia had returned with everything she had collected from the washroom. The expressions on everyone's faces were downcast. Amber couldn't help but realise she had been the one to turn this night of enjoyment into one of despair. She had been the cause of this and all because she was thirsty.
"I'm sorry."
The apology causes both Sofia and Desmond to look up from their work in surprise.
Amber couldn't quite keep their gaze, face scrunching up and her eyes fixing to hands still locked in her lap. She knew it wasn't enough but she meant it.
She could hear a sigh coming from Sofia. She had disappointed her, no doubt. What a model sister she made. And Desmond; why, he hadn't said a word since she had pulled him along to go on this escapade.
Amber felt very much the fool, and she had acted like one too.
