Slowly her head turned toward him, though her eyes were hardly focused, but her body was giving up the fight going limp to his questioning.
"I don't remember...doing anything. I- went downstairs.." Her voice sounded far away, as if she were lost in the memory playing it in her mind. "They were sitting on Da's leather chairs drinking, Da' was- not in the room. I asked where he was and they wouldn't give a straight answer...
"One of them got up and I remember- I backed into the small end table, nearly knocked the light off, and- then it was a flurry-" her eyes closed, her voice thick. "By the time Da' came in-" Silas head turned into the mattress then, cutting herself off. She was silent for a moment taking deep breaths, forcing the memory and thought away before looking up at him pleadingly.
"Tavish- please. I'll- cover it. May I get up?" It was hers, her shame and she was desperate to hide herself.