Eleanor stood still immediately. How often hadn’t she cursed Charlotte’s penchant for dramatics? Seeing her like this, so… blank, Eleanor wished she would start ranting and gasping and gesturing. “Hi,” she said, quickly dusting the soot from her clothes, before she bent down to pick up the meowing kitten.
Cuddling the kitten close, she knelt down in front of her sister and eased Wedlan into her lap. “How long have you been sitting here, sweetie?” She had an idea, and feared that it wasn’t just sleeping Charlotte hadn’t been doing.