The dame was left to her mourning, for a brief time. But eventually someone would disturb her, familiar steps on the wet grass, and the faintest hint of a shadow standing over her right shoulder.
"...It's going to be cold out soon," came a young woman's voice in softer tones, "we should be heading back."
Despite her own words, the woman sat down at Wilhelmina's side, one leg outstretched and the other bent, holding up her elbow as she turned to the Dame. Side by side, they came from different worlds, one of elegant dresses and well-made capes, and the other with work-worn trousers, tunics, boots and gloves with only the vaguest hint of blue, and a stout club looped into the cord that circled her waist.
Adalsinda was her name, and for the moment she was the only other person in the world, side by side with Wilhelmina. Her skin was only slightly darker, and her eyes were a brilliant green to Mina's blue. Though her hair was cut short and tied loosely in the back, it was a similar shade of brown. Such traits lent her a peculiar sort of look, one that told of youth, of optimism, innocence even along with a vibrant and cheery voice- at least, it had at one point.
Now, her voice had become much quieter. Rough from the screams she'd issued, of pain or anger one could hardly tell. Her eyes were sunken, her cheeks gaunt and hollow, not unlike the rest of her caste. What had been a somewhat broader, stronger build for a local woman had become a thin, frail frame littered with bruises beneath her garments. Until recently she had avoided such ailments, but now, no one was immune to despair... not even bright, joyful Adalsinda.
For her part, the laborer had little more to say to the Dame. There was hardly anything she could say, not anymore. All she could do was offer her presence, and so she did, reaching around Mina's frame and clasping her left shoulder to pull her close, in a strange sort of hug.
"...He's still there."
She turned to look at Wilhelmina and choked on whatever she was going to say next, taking a slow breath in order to try again.
"He, ah... it might do him good to see you, Mina."