Rose stares blankly at the text from Quinn. She doesn't know what cambric is, though she gathers it's a type of cloth; how can she make a shirt of it without sewing? Wash in a dry well—how is that possible?
That's the click. It's not supposed to be.
Where will she be without Quinn? Ze's been a part of her life for—oh, years and years now, weathering her brainstorms without a qualm. She turns round and round the ring on her finger, the ring with the tiny ruby that Quinn gave her as a promise. Ruby for heart's blood.