"I will learn," she says, neutrally, with a steadiness that doesn't quite take her by surprise. She can do this - she can do all of this, and she will. It will -

It will be what it has been. It's official, now, that's all. Official doesn't change anything, except insofar as it does, somehow, and Benevenuta is not nearly so prepared for it as she wishes she were. Maybe no one would be. Maybe she couldn't be, and it doesn't matter.

She sets down a folded shirt, smooths her hands over it, looks up. "Someone will need the use of the tent. I am sure. I will make my arrangements."