Cosette has been shut away in her room for a few days, barely speaking and with a softer, more mournful expression on her face. She struggles to eat, even though her husband encourages her to do so. The pain of losing their child still lingers in her heart, and she can't help but imagine the life they could have had together as a family. She is consumed by the thought of their little baby girl, who is now gone before they even had a chance to hold her.

Cosette finally emerged from her room, her hair down and wearing her nightgown. She quietly padded out of her room and down the hall to the common room, where she took a seat beside the table to have breakfast. Her expression was solemn and her movements seemed almost robotic, as if she was going through the motions on autopilot.

The usually lively Cosette appeared to be a shadow of her former self, lost in her thoughts and consumed by the pain of her loss.