Lydia's first clear thought as her awareness returned and she took in her state was at least this time there was no blood on her clothing. What there was, however, was water on her skirts and dirt on her shoes. She'd been outside and she had no real recollection of it, just a few hazy memories. Moreover, it was at least an hour later than it should have been.<br/><br/>She was not sure what was happening to her -- was she going mad? And why on earth did she remember smelling opium and sex? That was one thing to find in London, but surely not here in the country... She wondered why she thought the women had been unwilling and then she wondered how she'd known that. She gave a shiver, suddenly feeling cool. It wasn't a draft this time, more the dampness of her dress or some lingering feeling from what she'd experienced...<br/><br/>She slipped off her shoes, noting the smears of mud on the side of them were rather sandy. Not knowing the area, she didn't know where the soil looked like that, but she stored the information away.<br/><br/>With a little shiver, she took off her dress and hung it out of sight, pulled on a dressing gown and rang for tea, though she had a feeling it was going to take something a mite stronger to really comfort her.