Edna was only a foot into the hallway in the servants' quarters when a figure appeared and blocked her path. She almost threw the herbs in her hands at the person.
"W-What is going on here?!" Edna yelled, clearly irritated and startled.
"Edna," a soft voice said. "Sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you."
Edna's eyes narrowed as she recognized the voice and saw the face. The hallway wasn't brightly lit, and Edna wasn't holding a light. She couldn't take the lamp from Rose's room, and at the time she didn't think she needed it, as she knew her way and assumed there would be a decent number of torches in the servants' quarters.
Edna would be lying if she said she wasn't surprised to see Martha—especially with how timid she sounded. She even apologized for startling her. If Rose wasn't unconscious, she would have thought today was a great day.
"I wasn't frightened," Edna said, her irritated tone intensifying. "I was just startled. What do you want?"
"Is Rose awake yet?" she asked.
