Subject: Thérèse is hungry. Who: Thérèse du Labarre. Where: Christopher's estate, dining room. Warnings: None. Open to: Lord Christopher Blake.
The pain in Thérèse's stomach was getting too much to bear. Nearly 48 hours she'd been here, and she hadn't dared leave her room yet. Which, while eliminating the chance of contact with other human beings, meant no food, and she knew that she couldn't hide forever. Even if it meant possible interaction, she would have to go and get food.
She'd made a point to dress simply. She didn't want to stick out, so she'd left the frills and bows behind this evenings, and was sticking to a simple, black mourning gown, her hair clasped loosely behind her head. Out of respect for her poor Julien. He hadn't even been dead two weeks. But now wasn't the time to dwell on that. She had to eat, and so she gingerly made her way out of her room and downstairs to the kitchen, getting dinner from the cook and finding the dining hall.
Well, she'd managed to time it just right; only a few men remained, but even so, she didn't make any eye contact as she made her way to the end of the table and sat, beginning to eat. She wasn't in the mood for rowdy men. She just wanted to eat.