Elizabeth looked over at Talila when she woke up, smiling. "Morning, beautiful," she replied softly. She grabbed the clothes she'd taken off last night, grateful that she hadn't worn them very long and they'd still be clean enough to wear, and she got dressed while Talila did. She was just pulling her shirt on when she heard the knock, and she blinked, ducking out of sight when Talila went to answer the door. She heard her talking with her brother, and she bit her lip slightly, loosely finger-combing her hair while they talked. When Talila commented that they needed the income and that she was sure nothing would happen, Elizabeth held back a sigh and headed downstairs. "I could come to the market with you," she suggested, tying her hair into a
messy bun while she walked.