Di's reaction was enough to tell Octavia Rose that her suspicions were correct, her sister hadn't been paying what she was saying any mind though for how long she'd been spaced out. "It is okay," she replied automatically, not wanting Di to feel bad. "I wasn't saying anything important, just rambling."

For a second she watched the other woman, unsure if she should press her sister further or gracefully let the subject fall, but Di's next comment was easily enough to distract her from the topic on hand - for the moment. She glanced over to see what Diana was holding. It was one of Di's older coats that she had borrowed once, but even then it hadn't fit her. Diana was a fair bit taller than her and she'd had to have it taken in slightly with a few darts to the hems.  "Of course, someone is sure to enjoy it. It is such a pretty color, isn't it? Do you think Momma would let me get a new dress at this time of year in that color? Or is it too dark?"

Once again she suddenly faltered, her face falling from its prior cheerful smile. "What is on your mind, Di? You know you can talk to me. Nothing happened with William, did it?"