The Midwife's Wards

”Because I think ripping children away from someone who will love and care for them and who they love and care for in turn is harmful. There are situations where it is necessary”—like with Roana, obviously—"but in this case, not letting the boys stay with you is just cruel, with no upside that I can see. And I think we should always do what is best for the children.” That much, at least they could agree on, though Loren figured Phoebe had no reason to believe him. Still, he was telling the truth. As for how to convince Wessex that this was the wrong course of action, well, the Launceleyn was probably no better positioned than the healer to do that. He’d made his best case, and the queen had rejected it. Maybe Phoebe would have better luck. Likely not, considering everything between the two women. ”I don’t know. I’m not her favorite person at the moment, and I've never been able to change her mind about anything. However, she specifically mentioned how dangerous it would be if the children misbehaved or made noise and brought the monsters down on everyone else.” Hesitating, he gave the healer an inscrutable look. ”And I believe she was also afraid that you might turn the boys against her.” It wasn’t said outright, but the summoner could read between the lines. Every piece of information he could provide might make a difference. As Phoebe directed Pim inside with the boys, Loren’s eyes stayed trained on the healer. ”I don’t know. Again, she doesn’t confide in me. Even if I did, though, I'm not sure I'd be able to discuss it with you.” Maybe if Roana had come peacefully, they’d have more options. As it stood, the summoner didn’t know how any of this would end. LOREN Not quite an open book