Martee was slow to awaken even with Rapt's anxious urging. Too much wine and rich food, followed perhaps (she'd never tell) by the sort of life-affirming revelry that precedes the deepest, most satisfying slumber. But awaken she did, and with bleary eyes, took in the morbid scene around her. "Poor yugi," she murmured, tugging her high collar a bit tighter around her own vulnerable neck. "He was such a dear. May God grant mercy on his soul." She crossed herself and turned to survey the survivors - and the guilty.
There were several sets of teary eyes, but none so obvious as Persephone's. Crocodile tears? she wondered, or perhaps tears of regret at a hasty action that cannot be undone? There was so little to go on, and so much at stake. But MistressEvelyn's words rang true - would not the culprit seek to act quickly, and cast suspicion elsewhere?
Martee tapped her lip thoughtfully, staring across the room at Josietta.