Ursula wasn't confident she knew what Ella was referring to, or rather she was afraid that she did. It was hard to know for sure with her guilty conscience. At a loss for how to go on without saying or doing something she would regret, Ursula sighed deeply, leaned back, and took the liberty of nestling her head against one of her sister-in-law's pillows. She turned over onto her side and tucked her legs up a little.
What could Elladora really know and how?
Her interest in continuing their conversation was practically non-existent, but she felt so deflated that she couldn't bring herself to get up and leave.
What could Elladora really know and how?
Her interest in continuing their conversation was practically non-existent, but she felt so deflated that she couldn't bring herself to get up and leave.

Thanks to Bee for this magnificent set <3