Rena wasn't one to blush but even her many years living in Greenville, far from the expectations of the court and nobility hadn't cured her of her sense of propriety when it came to clothing. After all, it wasn't as though the local women of Greenville were keen on parading about in trousers. "Oh, my," she breathed, trying to resist blushing. "I don't... you don't suppose that we could make sure no one else sees?" she murmured, glancing to make sure there was no one else in the room that might overhear their conversation.
At least the conversation about the letter writing was a bit easier for Rena to speak about. Still, Molly was beginning to seem a bit uncomfortable. Rena tilted her head to listen to what it was she had to say. "I don't mean to make you uncomfortable. We can always just have lessons another time," she offered carefully, glancing uncertainly at the in the direction of the letter, unsure if Molly truly wanted her to read it.