"Miss. Bulstrode, I'm glad you came. How is your hand?" Orla flounced down the stairs. She pulled her hair up as she walked, though still damp it hung heavily down the nape of her neck. Her bangs separated neatly on her forehead and her skin had a rosy glow from all the time she'd spent in the tub.
"Come in." She stepped around the woman, shutting the door and locking it behind them. "I made everything this morning, so it's completely fresh."