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Marshel guides the snowy blonde to the small, wooden table where they gather to eat.
Normally it would be just him and his sister or their parents would join in as well. But alas, it is just the four of them tonight.
He passes out bowls full of steaming stew, letting their munches fill the air. It feels good for everyone to have a warm meal as the drama drained their energy levels.
The mealtime passes and everyone thanks Marshel as he comes around to pick up their empty bowls. As he places them elsewhere he reminds himself to ask the woman if she remembers anything about that pervert.
Settling back down in his creaky toffee-colored chair, Marshel settles his hands in front of him on the table setting his sights on the woman. "Hey, not to disturb the atmosphere, but I have a question. Do you recall anything about the man or anything he might've said to you?"
The blonde sinks in her chair as she tries to recall the previous stressful event. It isn't long before she pops up, "Actually, there is something. It was something he said before she had arrived and saved me from his rough hands."
"If you feel uncomfortable in any way, you don't have to speak," Lola tries comforting her by placing a hand on her shoulder.
"No, it's fine, I remember something important," she nods toward the nice woman removing the hand from her shoulder. "Whilst he was on top of me, he'd mentioned someone named Bloodworthe and... Jocosa. But the important thing is it was like he was addressing me as Jocosa, saying that I should've stayed gone."
Marshel hums deeply as he ponders her reply. "It's safe to assume, that you both are connected. Neither I nor Lola has seen him once, but he only showed up when you arrived. Those names sound familiar, but I just can't put my finger on it. But if he said 'Jocosa' more than once... Then we might finally have a name for you."
The frizzy-haired female's gaze drifts between the two as their dialogue continues, before having a chance to butt in. "I have an idea for all of us, why don't we formerly introduce ourselves?"
Lola gives her a smile as she agrees with the sudden suggestion, "I agree, I'll go first! My name is Lola Wilmot, his sister."
Picking up his cue, Marshel begins introducing himself, "My name is Marshel Wilmot, I'm that stubborn brat's only brother. Whilst our parents are out, I'm usually the one in charge."
"And I'm Lola's best friend! My name is Bliss Ecclestone and I have one sister, who is with my parents at the moment," Bliss excitedly introduces herself.
"I-I suppose you can call me Jocosa," the last female gives a weak and quick smile toward the group.
Marshel clears his throat before standing, "Well then now we're all properly acquainted with Jocosa, why don't head down to the market in a couple of days? We can purchase extra food and some new clothing for the miss. And we have yet to touch the money Mum and Father left us."
"Wonderful idea! And to get ready for the night, you start the fire again and get blankets while I fetch Jocosa a gown for bed," Lola stands next to Jocosa offering a hand so she can lead her to the back.
Marshel nods as they all separate, with the girls heading toward Lola's room.
Lola reaches through her drawers to pull out a long chalky white gown with a few stains here and there. She ushers Jocosa toward the bathroom to change as she and Bliss change elsewhere.
Jocosa undresses as she turns to smooth out the piece of clothing that reaches a little below her her snowy kneecaps. Dragging her hands down her face, she lets out a long sigh as her mind replays the past events.
The man stains her thoughts, as she is afraid of what he will do if he catches her again. But her fears dissipate as Lola calls for her in the living room. Jocosa inhales deeply before striding back to everybody.
Lola beckons her over so she can slide under the fur blanket and gets comfortable with the warmth. Bliss follows to lay on the outside as Lola's body takes the space near Jocosa's.
She begins to pet and stroke Jocosa's hair to help soothe her thoughts for slumber. Jocosa glances upwardly at the woman surprisedly, yet comforted by her movements.
They each begin to lie peacefully as the fire roars through the night.
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