"It is quite understandable. Thou art must be very busy!" Sheila smiles, laughing a bit. "It is nothing to be ashamed of, m'lady."

When she makes it to the bed (being extra careful not to step on anything - even though the skirt of her dress does anyway), she flops onto the edge of the mattress and sets the blanket next to her.

"If thee do not mind, Ashley"--she sweeps her hair over one shoulder, exposing the back of her gown--"I notice thou does not wear one, but - could thee undo the laces? I cannot reach."