The Midwife's Wards

Loren had no idea that midwives were such fonts of wisdom, and the words rang a bit false to his ears. Nor did he necessarily buy the pretty little speech from Phoebe. Childbirth was an awful thing, yes, and both children and mothers died from it. But that was true for all healers, including the summoner. And she was missing one very crucial piece of the puzzle. ”I wasn’t there.” He’d never given the people who’d died or been lost a chance, and he would never forgive himself for that. All he could do was try to save the rest of them. Seeing as the Launceleyn wasn’t even comfortable in his own home—too many ghosts, he didn’t like the decor, it wasn’t his home, not really—he saw little chance that he’d be comfortable in Phoebe’s. He was sitting, and that would have to be enough for her. ”Some people don’t want to be helped.” Just because the midwife was oh so helpful didn’t mean her efforts were appreciated. His certainly weren’t. Still, he probably owed her more than that. "I don't hate you." Maybe at the time he'd been enraged at her, but while he'd been cruel, it hadn't risen to the level of hate. LOREN Not quite an open book