Molly was a fool. Lord- she had no clue what she was doing. All she knew was she left camp temporarily, as if anybody noticed or cared, to wallow in despair and shame and self-pity, and met the most enchanting woman at the Saint Dennis saloon.

A damn woman, of all people, is what had her finally feeling bliss and affection and sincere care for what felt like eternity. Every touch and admiring word was so healing and overwhelming for the poor cailín.

As much as she loved this woman, she was too embarassed to truly get to know her and her past because simply put; she was far too ashamed and embarassed of her own circumstances and relationship. So Molly told herself the secrecy simply...made it hotter! more romantic? of course...