LOREN
Phoebe was trying to joke, but Loren just regarded her steadily. He didn’t think this would have been a particularly funny occasion, even if he’d possessed a sense of humor. Instead, he just took her question seriously. ”I trust you. With the bread. And with the children.” Indeed, the Launceleyn wouldn’t have asked her to take care of Beatrix and Jace if the summoner hadn’t trusted the midwife. As she reminded him that this was his own self-imposed challenge, he sighed. ”Alright. I’ll stay. But you go rest. I’ll finish the bread and clean up the kitchen.” She’d probably refuse, but that was the last he was going to say on the matter, and hopefully for the rest of the night.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
