"Don't cry." (Julia/Elizabeth)
Julia heard it from the hallway. A quiet sobbing coming from the sitting room. It was quiet and refined, as all things were with Elizabeth, but there was no mistaking it. Julia walked in, Elizabeth not noticing her presence until she had all but sat down on the couch next to her.
“What’s wrong?” She set her glass of whiskey down on the table, wrapping an arm around the blonde.
Elizabeth made a visible effort to pull herself together. “Oh, nothing just… stress, I suppose.”
“Just stress?” Julia prompted, her usually coarse voice now gentle and comforting.
Elizabeth tried to take a steadying breath. It came out short and ragged. “Our family, our name, our manor… it’s all fallen to ruin. I can’t help but feel its my fault. I’m supposed to take care of things.” Her voice cracked and more tears fell. Julia wiped them away.
“Don’t cry, Lizzie. It’s not anyone’s fault, most of all not yours. I mean honestly, you’re the glue that holds this crumbling shit show together.” Julia gestured to the rest of the room, and Elizabeth couldn’t help but laugh a bit.
“Thank you.”