In a moment of impulse, she poked at Becca Reyes's sore spot. Although Becca Reyes didn't show much concern, Jocelyn Carrington wasn't a heartless person, and she still felt a bit guilty.
"Thanks."
Becca Reyes's voice was muffled, her face buried in the blankets.
So, Jocelyn Carrington turned to look at Flossie Wright.
After thinking it over, Flossie Wright really was too lazy to move and just nodded.
Jocelyn Carrington gladly took on the task.
It wasn't until she reached the wardrobe that she suddenly realized she might have a masochistic streak.
Sigh.
She sighed in resignation.
Each person had their own wardrobe, but they were basically never locked. First, there wasn't anything of value, and second... training was too busy, locking them was a waste of time.
First, she took Becca Reyes's washbasin, then opened her wardrobe and took out a neatly folded set of clothes.
But—
