Thérèse climbed into the carriage, shifting into the corner of the seat and sighing, looking out of the window again. Grief was very tiring, this was true. She would have some tea again tonight, which would help her sleep, and then the whole cycle would begin again. As it would every day for the rest of her life. Oh, Julien. "I don't wish to cause any trouble," She murmured softly, folding her hands together in her lap. "If you'd rather I retired to my room for the rest of the day, I shall."