Norris Moore was huddled in a blanket on her seat. The sunlight streaming in from the window fell on her pale face, making her skin look translucent from blood loss.
Rufus Swallow had a conversation with her, "Ava came to me crying yesterday, saying you didn't return and that she failed to protect you. The little girl seems to be very loyal to you, to the point that you'd almost wonder who's the boss."
Norris, with her eyes closed due to exhaustion, corners of her mouth lifted slightly at the comment. Her response was soft, "That shows that I have fed her well."
Rufus looked at her pale, bloodless lips, a consequence of her chronic pain, and asked softly, "Don't you plan on telling him about your illness?"
"What's the use in telling him?" She lightly brushed her face against the soft wool of the blanket, "He still has to look after Miss White. It's not like he could take care of me."
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