Katherine slid her shoes onto her feet and scrambled across the room to grab her cloak by the door. She placed it carefully over her shoulders, clasping it and wrapping it around herself to hide that she carried, and did not wear, her corset beneath it. Her head was spinning, making her dizzy, and she felt almost out of her own body. Glancing back at Eward, she saw him sitting on the bed, watching her just as calmly as she him. There was no sadness there, not regret either, but a clear expression of indifference; the walls between them seemed to be reforming rather quickly.
Without a word, Katherine stole from the room, hurrying down to the landing and out the front door, across the garden and into the street, much as the girl she'd seen upon her arrival. He must have bedded two tonight, Katherine thought bitterly, pulling the hood of her cloak above her head.