"Goodness, I can only imagine," Edith says, shaking her head a little at the thought. There'd been a time she had imagined, expected that she would bear Thomas's children, but that seems impossibly long ago now. Things are different in Darrow, anyway, than she knew them to be back home. Expectations have changed, and she can't say they're changes she's unhappy with. Strange, certainly, and difficult to adjust to, but in so many cases, for the better.

Then again, there's plenty that's more complicated, too, as this seems to be proof of. Even with her leg to consider, it isn't too difficult to crouch and start gathering the fallen items, placing them back in the bag as she does. "I wouldn't have the first idea where to start."