Jocelynn looked at Adala for a moment, and something passed across her face that was harder to read than grief. Surprise, perhaps, that the cheerful young woman from Leufroy had offered an observation with that much weight to it. Or perhaps recognition that Adala had seen something in the courtyard that the others had missed.
"Thank you, Lady Adala," Jocelynn said. "That's... That means a great deal."
"What will happen to the urn?" Charlotte asked softly, her gaze resting on the small clay vessel beside the wine. "Will you keep it here, or are you going to place it in the Lothian Crypts? If, if you need company to take it into the crypts…" she said, though her voice trailed off before she could make her offer clear.
