two. audio.

[naughtbutlife]

Someone has been in my cabin. At first I thought it was some sort of magick, or perhaps the Admiral was to blame, as there was always kindling by the hearth and the soot was swept from the fireplace, but....

[There's a pause. Her voice gets softer.]

There were footprints. Muddy footprints.

[Another pause.]

And my ribbons are missing.

[And yet another pause!]

And my husband's doublet was thrown into the fire. [She sniffs just a little mournfully.] It is all ashes now...only the buttons are left.

...I think I may need to change the lock on my door.

(added after Things Have Been Figured Out:)
[Private to Sexby]

Sirrah. You still carry the keys to the doors of my home, do you not?