You run into someone familiar.

The last of the serving trays had been loaded onto the wagons.

With most of the servants occupied dismantling the field kitchen, you slipped away to return to Kingsmere Hall.

You found Emily behind one of the supply wagons, hidden from the bustle of the camp.

She sat upon an overturned crate, her head lowered.

At the sound of your footsteps she hastily brushed at her eyes.

"Oh... Mr. Thomas. I didn't think anyone would find me."

"I wasn't really looking for you."

Emily managed a weak smile before another tear escaped despite her efforts.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cry."

"You don't need to apologise."

She laughed quietly through her tears.

"I know. I just seem to apologise for everything."

You sat beside her, leaving enough space that she would not feel crowded.

For a while neither of you spoke.

Eventually Emily broke the silence.

"I keep wondering whether I somehow encouraged him."

"Who"

"Mr. Blackwood."

She looked down at her hands.

"What if he mistook that for something else?"

"If he mistook kindness for invitation. That is his failing, not yours."

Emily drew a shaky breath.

"I've never liked disappointing people."

"I know."

"But today... I really wanted to tell him to leave me alone."

She looked embarrassed.

"I simply couldn't find the courage."

Another silence settled between you.

This one felt gentler.

Emily wiped away the last of her tears.

"My mother always used to tell me that good people see the best in everyone."

She smiled sadly.

"I think I took that lesson a little too seriously."

"I don't believe that's something to be ashamed of."

"No?"

"No."

"The world needs kind people."

Emily turned towards you.

“Thank you.”

"I only said what anyone should have said."

She shook her head.

"No."

"I don't think they would have."

Her voice had become almost a whisper.

"I'm glad you came."

The words lingered between you.

After a moment she smiled again, this time more naturally.

"May I ask one favour?"

"Of course."

"I don't want anyone else to know."

"If the others hear about this..."

She looked away.

"They'll pity me. Or gossip. I don't think I could bear either."

"You have my word. I won't tell anyone."

Emily looked back at you, relief washing over her face.

"I knew I could trust you."

A distant horn echoed through the trees, calling the servants to prepare for the journey home.

Emily stood, smoothing her apron.

"I suppose we'd better go."

"You'll be all right?"

She nodded.

"I think so."

Then, after a brief hesitation, she reached out and gently squeezed your hand.

"Thank you... not only for helping me."

She offered a warm, grateful smile.

"...but for being so comforting."

For a brief moment, neither of you moved.

Then Emily let go, composed herself, and together you returned to the others, carrying between you a quiet understanding that needed no further words.