Germaine nodded and turned his attention back to his paper as Julius exited the room. He'd break it all to his wife later.
Genevieve, on the other hand, hadn't moved far from her spot in the stables. She was curled up near the foot of the ladder, her knees up to her chest. Her shoulders still shook, and she didn't quite know what she was going to do- she knew that she should move, soon, but for now...she didn't really feel like it.