Javotte was guided through the estate. It was very kind of Belle to do it herself. And the offer of a guide was also very kind and quite, unfortunately, necessary. This new place was nothing like her home and without her eye sight, there was no way she could navigate to the village.

"[color=7bcdc8]Your offer is very kind. I would not like to impede any of their duties, but I would appreciate the courtesy.[/color]" Javotte told Belle solemnly. "[color=7bcdc8]For I am afraid I could not find the village on my own.[/color]" The woman's mouth twisted at mentioning her blindness. The only comfort was the Mistress of the home had not seen under the bandages. Of course neither had Javotte, but she had heard the screams and gasps and felt the gouges and scars that had been left behind. Maybe once upon a time she had been pretty. But now she was horribly disfigured, and loathed to point it out.