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Phoebe Call the Midwife She smiled at him as he rambled a bit, his concern for her well-being apparent. ”Goats milk isn’t bad. I usually recommend pigs milk if you can get it.” The qualifier being ]if you can get it. Goats at least were used to being milked. A sow on the other hand? Not exactly the most willing of livestock to lend a hand to the milk needy masses. ”Oh, no she isn’t hungry certainly. Let’s keep an eye on her weight though just to be safe. She should gain about a pound or two every month.” she said, purposefully including Ronin in that effort. He would be with her the most after all, and it was important for Aoife and for him to be involved in her wellbeing. Phoebe laughed a bit as he stumbled over his words, placing the last of the goods she could think to send him with in the bag. ”It would reflect really poorly on me as a midwife if I sent you off and away with a newborn and no help.” she joked. She grabbed a little knit hat and carefully worked it onto Aoife’s head. It was still a bit nippy out and babies tended to get cold easily. But as much as she wanted to be wholly charitable to Ronin, given his situation, she couldn’t really afford to be. ”If you could bring food or other trade goods by every now and then I would say that is good enough.” she said with a smile. It would help his pride to not be pitied so much that he was exempt from payment for the care his daughter received. It would help her in the end because she would have food and a means to trade for anything else she might need. It would be mutually beneficial.