WILLA’S POV
I was sore, and it bloody ached to even walk. But I gritted my teeth and managed to do things I wanted to do. After all, I could be quite stubborn.
I took a quick hot shower, cladded myself in my most comfortable set of plaid pajamas, and mechanically did my nightly routine. Right after, I prepared my bed for the nesting and neatly arranged the ceremonial robes of my family in a way that would cosily cocoon the twins.
I moved and puttered about almost mechanically, yet everything I did was with a dogged purpose of making myself busy so I could chase away the humiliation from earlier that clung to me like a second skin.
Then I went to give Calisto and Gillian a warm sponge bath and slipped them into their favorite sleepwear, before finally moving them to my room.
I joined
