"Sister..." Blythe said quietly, her tone a bit overprotective.
"Alas," Maude shook her head. "I fear I'll have to return you to your body. Do you need any help with the sewing? I'm a bit rusty, but I feel as though I could manage that much."
She knew she was talking too much, but she rarely cared about that. She had to do enough talking for both Blythe and herself, after all. It was how the two of the worked. It was how they would always work. "Where are the servant's quarters, anyways?"