Teresa noticed her grandchild’s weariness and took the cup untouched in the girl’s hand, putting them down on the tray. “That can wait. Rest, Audrey. We will begin the hard work tomorrow.” The old woman got to her feet, and drew the sheet up around the young girl and stroked her hair. She would miss those long locks, but it would be worth it and then some.<br/><br/>She waited until the girl drifted into slumber, then left, sending the maid back in to get the tray and watch after her only grandchild.<br/>