"My hand?" Marietta laughed scornfully. "Dear, you haven't seen the state of your sister yet, have you? I think my hand is exactly where it needs to be." She turned around and looked into her flat as if remembering something and then looked back at him. "Would you like the rest of Adelle's jumper? I don't think she'll be needing it anymore."
She ignored his comments completely and walked into another room and picked up the jumper which was now in complete ruins. It had been slashed and ripped to pieces and there was blood splatters all over it, though it's not as if Zacharias would know whose blood it was. Marietta had worked very hard on this while Adelle had slept, already having told the young woman that she should throw the jumper out since it was ruined anyhow. She returned to the front room where he was with the jumper in her hands.
"Here you are," she said and handed him the tattered piece of material that matched that which she'd sent him earlier with the owl. "I told them not to get carried away but you know how they get. You had them waiting a rather long time too so truly not my fault. I told you I didn't want this."