Unthank had little time for her now and less advice than that. Whenever she sought his counsel, he would give her that little smile and what had become a familiar reply. You've grown up, Abigail. I can't hold your hand any longer. Having looked to him for so many years and to now not have that guidance when she felt she needed it most unsettled her, but it was one of many changes she was resigning herself to accepting.

So, she can only look to herself and her sisters now. Those who have put their blood with hers to, unknowingly, usher in a new age. None of them had expected this, but it has come.

When she sees Nancy, she smiles and gives a nod before focusing her attention on their host. She offers her hand as she approaches.

"Thank you for the invitation, sir."