delphine
When Delphine returned to the medical station, she carried a fresh kettle, for coffee. And a pitcher of water. "Korbin? Are you thirsty?" Her hair was tousled, her clothes wrinkled, sometime in the hours he'd slept she'd wandered back to bed, trusting she'd hear any disturbances from next door easily enough.
She sat the kettle and pitcher down, stretching and yawning. She was still sleepy, could certainly crawl back into bed with Noah, but first she wanted to check on the boy. "Or hungry?" The bread was cold now, but still just as good, not yet stale. She'd procured some honey to go with it.
She sat the kettle and pitcher down, stretching and yawning. She was still sleepy, could certainly crawl back into bed with Noah, but first she wanted to check on the boy. "Or hungry?" The bread was cold now, but still just as good, not yet stale. She'd procured some honey to go with it.
