"Purple. The color of mercy. And royalty." Her lashes lowered as she looked at the floor and smirked self-deprecatingly. "How's that for irony?"
She looked back at Jane and nodded carefully toward the doorway. She wanted to sit back down, desperately, but wouldn't give into the urge. She felt an idiotic need to prove something to herself first. "I think I'm gonna try for the kitchen. If I fall on my face you promise not to laugh right?"