"... Sharing a room of all things."
"Yes, dear, but..."
"It's not right, I tell you."
Jansinisi groaned faintly, rolling over in the bed. Sunlight was streaming in from the bedroom window and she grimaced, moving her hand in the way to shield her eyes.
She could hear Bartise's parents, talking in the corridor. She didn't want to face the constant judgement, but frankly, she found that she no longer cared what they thought of her. Sighing, she sat up.
Strangely enough, she actually felt quite refreshed. The potion, grim as it had been, had actually worked.
She looked up and saw Bartise, slumped in the chair. It was surprising that he had let her have the bed, considering they were in his own room. Leaving him to rest, Jan climbed out of bed and stretched, straightening her doublet.