"Oh, dear… Are you alright?"
Joanne blinked, the haze slowly lifting, and Christina Winchester's kind eyes came into focus.
"I'm fine, Mrs. Winchester," she said with a breathless smile, pressing a hand over her chest. "I just… I was asleep and got up too fast."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," Christina said, looking genuinely apologetic. "Jeffrey told me you needed some clothes and I thought~"
"Please, don't apologize, Mrs. Winchester," Joanne said quickly, already feeling awkward for making the older woman feel bad. "Thank you so much for bringing them… really. You didn't have to trouble yourself."
Christina gave a graceful shrug, stepping into the room with the ease of someone who didn't need permission. This was her home, after all. Even in her gentle manner, there was a quiet command in the way she moved and a poised authority Joanne couldn't help but admire.
