"What a shame she's fucked in her head, " they said.
It was something she noticed despite herself, knowing that it's likely come from all the hard work he's been doing, but Maeve has other things to focus on. She nods at his response, pushing out of the small shop and back into the market, glancing towards him from over her shoulder. "If you don't mind coming along with me I'd appreciate it. This is the first nap he's had in days." Maeve huffs, shaking her head as she runs a hand through her hair, pushing a few loose curls from her face. Edmund was a good baby. He usually slept through the night, ate without issue, and was hardly ever fussy. There were moments, though, that the babe just didn't want to cooperate. The last few days had been trying.
"We can get your whiskey first and the firewood on the way back." Maeve suggests, pressing back into the crowd which parts for them easily, allowing plenty of room for them to move without issue. "How's Kamaria doing?" She asks as she starts towards their next stop.
"We can get your whiskey first and the firewood on the way back." Maeve suggests, pressing back into the crowd which parts for them easily, allowing plenty of room for them to move without issue. "How's Kamaria doing?" She asks as she starts towards their next stop.
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