The Midwife's Wards

Phoebe had him there. Of course, Loren had told her that looking through the boy’s belongings was a matter of public safety (which it was). However, while he knew that if Wessex ordered him to take the boys away from the midwife, the summoner would tell the queen to do it herself, consequences be damned, the healer didn’t know that. Didn’t know him. He held his morals above his duty, but he didn’t know of any way to convince her of that. ”My duty to the people of the Hollowed Grounds is more important than my duty to the queen.” Phoebe would probably just criticize him further, but he didn’t really need to explain himself to her. They were sweet boys, but there didn’t seem to be any reason to respond to that. The midwife was probably just trying to butter the summoner up. Again, he was actually on her side in at least wanting her nephews stay with her, so she didn’t really need to convince him. However, her question caught him off guard. He regarded her, expression inscrutable. ”Why do you ask?” Honestly, he couldn’t figure out why she wasn’t just ignoring him. LOREN Not quite an open book