The women's embrace lasted a long while, Myrna gently brushing her hand though Blair's long locks. They didn't speak really, just held on. Blair taking in all over her dearest friend. The feel of her, the smell of her. When at last the embrace came to an end, Myrna stood back and looked Blair up and down. "Oh look at you! My girl! Not not my girl. You're a married woman now! Oh my you must be so tired from your journey." With her arm wrapped around her, she started to direct Blair off down the hall. "Come! Oh I made sure your room was ready with a bath and fresh clothing for you and everything!"
Blair glances back, remembering her husband she had left to run to Myrna only to see he was gone. There was a moment her heart seemed to hurt a little over his just walking away with a word but it passed quickly.
The whole to the way to the room, Myrna was just a non stop chatterbox. Going on and on about all the changes that had happened and how happy everyone was. It was exactly what Blair needed to hear without even asking to hear about it. There was no mention though how news about her wedding their new laird had gone over. She really was still nervous about that reception she was destined to get. Though, having Myrna there at her side again calmed her and for the time made her forget her nerves.
True to her word, Myrna took Blair to her old room. It was a surreal experience stepping through the door. The place was different then she remembered and she was thankful for that. It was still her room, still her bed, still many of her personal belongings she had left behind but everything had been moved around. The bedding changed to something richer fabrics and deeper colors. Same for the window dressings. A large tub with steam rising from the surface sat in the center of the room.
"NOW!" Myrna said as she closed the door and rolled up her sleeves, "You get yourself in that tub to clean yourself up while you start telling me how you went from running from this man to being we to him..."