“Hey, there-...it’s okay.” Words are comforting as she gently reaches over and sets her hands along the undamaged part of Mary’s wrists. There had been a gentle weight in the air since Mary had returned home to their Nan’s door with her face black and blue and bleeding on her hands to show for the night’s scuffle. Nan had pulled Anne aside and had told her very clearly to not say anything, to not press the matter or push for answers. So she didn’t, and instead she came to her in hopes to get her mind off of everything with conversation, it’s the least she could do.
“I got it, I’ll finish cuttin’ this, how about you roll out the dough for Nan?”
@blednite / Mary Kidd, cause I still love you.













