Arabella flashed him an incredulous look. When had she ever admitted to weakness? She couldn't afford weakness.
She waved him back out the door. "Yes. Leave." Too abrupt. She knew she was being too abrupt, but she didn't think either of them would be comfortable even if she was constitutionally capable of asking for help.
With a nearly painful degree of concentration, she made her way through an abreviated version of her morning rituals. By the time she was done, she was shaking so that she could barely get the hand towel back on the rack.
When she left the en suite, she very nearly ran right into Gideon. Arabella collapsed against his chest and mumbled, 'sorry' into his jumper.