Lady Amanda Caithwaine (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1425685)<br/>Tagging:<br/>Status:<br/><hr/><br/>Increasingly convinced this conversation needed to end soon before someone got pregnant, Amanda shot her friend another look of mixed amusement and scandal.  "Yes, to the inn.  Just us girls, for now."  Rowan was welcome to do as she wanted - and that<em>wasn't</em>a twinge of jealousy, thank you very much - but best she do it in her right mind, and right certainly wasn't where the blond's mind was at right now.  More like<em>right now</em>.<br/><br/>Anyhow, the furniture here didn't look very comfortable.  Although, cells weren't really meant to be, and Isabelle had shared this one idea...she glanced at the locks and blushed herself.  Good grief, this wasn't going well.<br/><br/>"We'll see you tomorrow, then?"  Best they focus on the matter at hand for a bit; perhaps ask around about the mansion.  The lack of local curiosity had already piqued her interest as well; a single story of someone who didn't even go all the way inside?  Back home, a mystery like that would draw the locals like flies to honey, for better or worse, rather than keep them away.