Nancy nods. "Thank you," she says, pulling the towel closer. Magic would be easy to use, to dry herself that way. But she's been so tired that something like that would take a lot out of her. So she'll dry the old fashioned way.

Nancy looks at the jumper. "Yeah- yeah, I thought I'd lost it." She picks up the trousers and the jumper. "let me get changed..." She shakily rises and retreats into the next room to change. They don't need to see the bruises on her ribs. Or the tattoo she now carries on her left flank, the initials W S carefully drawn so they were encircled in a heart, the same way Bill's tattoo had her name creating a heart.