02a - Ladies' Room - Brigitte
Janey sits, too, since everyone else is down there. Maggie quietly takes the opportunity to make sure there's no injury to the young woman's thighs and moves on to sponging down her arms, passing Janey a petticoat in the meantime.
Janey looks Brigitte over, unsure what a boiled sweet is but seeing no food immediately held out to her; the 'natural' almost visibly drops the memory of the offer from her current thinking and considers the rest, pulling on the underwear with some concentration. "I'nt want t'go back 'gain," she says, growling a bit.
"Well, I don't think there's need for that - James said our fellow Daniels and Henry Cotton went up to see whatever strangeness was about-"
"Wi' wi'...the haeds," Janey puts in. "Nn the bad write'n."
"Yes, he mentioned there were sheep heads," Maggie says, trying not to let her voice shake. "They probably saw the rest, too."
"No' the rock!" Janey objects. "I hhh...I hhide't. Made..th' warnen." She says the next bit to Brigitte since the Frenchwoman clearly understands she's the expert here. At least, she directly addresses Brigitte's neckerchief, not much liking to look straight at her face: "'s likea shael, an'...an' it hurts you, in...inside, in yr haed, an' th'bad fella, he put't inna pot. All in th' pot with th'stiicks nnna marra 'n bark'n red nn bad stuff...an.."
Janey grips her left wrist as though she could take the hand off at the joint. "Frm sm'nn chopt up, an' I, I run'n m'fort nn hide, but I ggg...go ho-ome an evrn doin strange." She looks back at Maggie as her foster-sister ties light stays on her, distress clear in her tone. "You wrr doon strange, Maggee...evrnn doin strange, on th' floor an' is days an' I cu'n wake up any'n but, but they'nt really sleep. I, I, I scare..."
The last becomes a tearful wail and she turns to hug Maggie, as though the tide of fear from her experience of whatever had happened in the last of those missing days were breaking over her all over again. It seemed that if no-one else did, Janey remembered.