win-and-merripen

Turning at the sound of voices, Amelia saw Merripen carrying her sister outside. Win was dressed in a nightgown and robe and swathed in a shawl, her slim arms looped around Merripen__ neck. With her white garments and blond hair and fair skin, Win was nearly colorless except for the flags of soft pink across her cheekbones and the vivid blue of her eyes. __ that was the most terrible medicine,_ she was saying cheerfully. __t worked,_ Merripen pointed out, bending to settle her carefully on the chaise. __hat doesn__ mean I forgive you for bullying me into taking it._ __t was for your own good._ __ou__e a bully,_ Win repeated, smiling into his dark face. __es, I know,_ Merripen murmured, tucking the lap blankets around her with extreme care. Delighted by the improvement in her sister__ condition, Amelia smiled. __e really is dreadful. But if he manages to persuade more villagers to help clean the house, you will have to forgive him, Win._ Win__ blue eyes twinkled. She spoke to Amelia, while her gaze remained on Merripen. __ have every faith in his powers of persuasion.