Ella was grateful for the presence of the woman beside her. She was too tied up in watching Bran, listening to Bran, trying to find anything that would absolve him of her attack (for Lotte's sake). She nodded at Sherri. "I think that would work," she said. She liked the Bard's sonnets more than his plays.
"Romeo enters," she said and she nodded toward the makeshift balcony. "What light through yonder window breaks," she began, hoping little prompting would be required.