Edith had been nervous about attending the hunt ever since Lysander had appeared in her room. After all, nobody else knew of his return and she had to keep it that way.
Clutching the skirt of her brown silk gown she stepped down from her carriage. Her dark eyes saw Abigail and Eward across the courtyard, but she made no effort to approach either of them. Especially now that Lysander had told her that Eward had tried to kill him.
Instead she crossed her arms across her chest, glaring at the two of them for a moment longer before sighing.