Bryn/Open
She sat a good way away from the fire. A very full bowl of ice cream settled in between her knees. She knew it was unladylike in the slightest, in the black dress she wore, but she couldn't find it in her to care much. Each of the five men had touched her life in some way. Rawdon, and Father Tinney most of all.
Bryn sat on the grass, her rather plain black dress spread in a way it kept her from exposing herself. Her feet bare. Stirring a bit of rum into butter pecan ice cream. Willing herself no to cry anymore.