[ Examination. At first there's no understanding of that word, but she soon catches sight of Goodsir and she inhales, comprehension dawning on her. She knows Mr Goodsir is an anatomist, a surgeon. That kind of examination. The kind that happens after you die.
Kate swallows, her head dropping. She can't think about it, she doesn't think she has the imagination to — a saving grace.
Finally, she fully relents. Still reeling, still— lost, maybe. She doesn't know. 'If you want to help her, Kate, there are other ways.' She wants to, needs to, somehow. But there's nothing for her to do right now. She'll let him take her back to the Hall without further protest, mumbling a little as she nods again. ]
we can probably wrap this one and keep it short and not-so sweet...
Kate swallows, her head dropping. She can't think about it, she doesn't think she has the imagination to — a saving grace.
Finally, she fully relents. Still reeling, still— lost, maybe. She doesn't know. 'If you want to help her, Kate, there are other ways.' She wants to, needs to, somehow. But there's nothing for her to do right now. She'll let him take her back to the Hall without further protest, mumbling a little as she nods again. ]
Okay.