"Right," she grinned at him, and turned around to do just that.
It won't take her long to find what she needed - ten, maybe fifteen minutes to find undergarments, jeans, a T-shirt and jacket... but once she's in the relative privacy of the dressing room, and has removed his coat and freed her aching wings...
Something about staring at the wreck of the dress, at those wings in those colors and - wings. She collapsed on to the small seat in the dressing room and put her hand on her knees and leaned her head between them, feeling violated and faint and alone and frightened.
God... help me.
She had places to go back home. She couldn't stay here. Harry. Her family.
Get it together, Molly.
Getting it together took a little bit. Maybe five more minutes or so, but then there was the sheer practicality of cleaning out her feet as best she could, re-bandaging the wounds with more strips of her dress, and figuring out how to put a bra on with those wings.
Right. About a half hour later, for his sins, Molly will come back to meet Sharpe (unless he should have come in to check on her during this process) with his greatcoat draped over one arm, wearing a pair of boot cut blue jeans, having managed to find a T-Shirt with a graphic on it, and wearing a practical, sturdy jacket and boots practical enough for running.
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It won't take her long to find what she needed - ten, maybe fifteen minutes to find undergarments, jeans, a T-shirt and jacket... but once she's in the relative privacy of the dressing room, and has removed his coat and freed her aching wings...
Something about staring at the wreck of the dress, at those wings in those colors and - wings. She collapsed on to the small seat in the dressing room and put her hand on her knees and leaned her head between them, feeling violated and faint and alone and frightened.
God... help me.
She had places to go back home. She couldn't stay here. Harry. Her family.
Get it together, Molly.
Getting it together took a little bit. Maybe five more minutes or so, but then there was the sheer practicality of cleaning out her feet as best she could, re-bandaging the wounds with more strips of her dress, and figuring out how to put a bra on with those wings.
Right. About a half hour later, for his sins, Molly will come back to meet Sharpe (unless he should have come in to check on her during this process) with his greatcoat draped over one arm, wearing a pair of boot cut blue jeans, having managed to find a T-Shirt with a graphic on it, and wearing a practical, sturdy jacket and boots practical enough for running.