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Well the snarl was unexpected and her expression faltered slightly. ”I am sorry if I upset you, I didn’t intend to.” she said sincerely, not really sure where she had miss-stepped. Of course, she couldn’t know that he had taken her comment as an insult rather than the compliment she had intended it to be. All she could do is get when she could out of his stormy expression and hope she was interpreting it correctly. The young midwife looked over his shoulder at the building behind him. Okay…so…he was doing something with the building? ”Did you build that all on your own? It’s really nice!” she said, chippering back up. Maybe if she said a bit about herself, he would feel more comfortable speaking to her? It was worth a try. ”My father was a stonemason. He always said the most finicky things to build were doorways and staircases.” They held the most weight and one small mistake could collapse the whole structure. Ruin. A unique name for a unique person. Everything about him was a bit different, but she didn’t think that was a bad thing! Being unique was special, far superior to her plain Jane-ness. ”It is good to meet you Ru’in. Do you live out here by yourself? Why not in town?” she said in her friendly manner. He might think her judgmental but everything in her tone and disposition would say otherwise. Phoebe In a gentle way, you can shake the world