[ She watches, hawk like to make sure that she does start to at least nibble. Small bites - good. Nothing to too much. Didn't want her throwing up, heaving herself around in the confines of veils was always a poor choice. That one she knew all too well.
Morning sickness while on pilgrimage was a special hell. ]
Yes. [ and then inevitably, she leans forward to straighten her out in a way that is all too presumptive. Letting the veils sit right. A distracted sort of fussing. ] I wanted to ask after Master Cohle.
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Morning sickness while on pilgrimage was a special hell. ]
Yes. [ and then inevitably, she leans forward to straighten her out in a way that is all too presumptive. Letting the veils sit right. A distracted sort of fussing. ] I wanted to ask after Master Cohle.