Bun in the Oven

Taking over the infirmary was proving to be as much work as running the Rathskeller, but Vervain thought she was beginning to get the hang of it. She had set off just after midday towards the Domiciles, advising that she likely wouldn't be back for the rest of the day - unlike Isla she refused to be a slave to the place, and it would serve as a good excuse for the rest of those who worked there to brush up on their skills. Besides, much as she wanted to help and much as the desire was genuine, her children came first. She arrived at the clinic with a soft breeze tousling her dark hair, blue eyes bright and perhaps even a touch excited as she knocked at the door. It was the first time, it felt, that she could properly register that this child was going to be a part of their lives. What wasn't to love about that? vervain I am always on your side