Jules had become inured to the wonders of the House of Lytton, having worked there as long as she had — and she had never been particularly keen on fashion in the first place, which meant the adjustment hadn't taken long. She entirely missed the young woman's comment, then, as she busied herself with making the front room as warm as possible. The fire had been dwindling down to a single log as they prepared to close for the day, but Juliana threw a bundle of small sticks on top and stoked it with the poker. They would catch quickly and burn hot, and be nearly consumed by the time she finished drying the young lady's clothes, in all probability. She then went and fetched her wand from the desk before bustling back to the young woman.

"Here, let me take your coat. It'll dry quicker if we remove it," she said, not waiting for a response before helping the young woman out of it. She fetched a rack and brought it close to the fire, then hung the coat up. "And you can hang anything else you want to take off — just wait here and I'll fetch something for the stain. And — well, what can I give you to make you comfortable?" she said fretfully. She had just thrown out the last of the tea, after all, on top of the girl's head. It seemed unlikely she'd be in the mood for another cup. "I've got a few biscuits in the cupboard. Just wait here."