Snippet #2550378

Verreth nodded slowly. She felt as if she had said something wrong. The nickname is personal. I should not have said anything. Once again I have made it uncomfortable.

She stood, letting Edina have all the space on the bed next to Damian. She had not meant to be in the way, she had simply been there first.

Edina nodded enthusiastically. "Just outside of town. The Mender farm has a great large stone farmhouse and a barn. They have left it after both the parents passed and the youngest died of fever. The boy who was left, well he was taken by his uncle. They have been gone over five years now. Will that do? I can show it to you."

She took Damian's hand, her eyes on him though she answered Maria's question.

Verreth walked over to the window and stared out a the night sky. She would leave them to their work. Her ankle still ached a little from where she had been pulled and a look at her hands showed that her fingers and nails were damaged from the floor. She rubbed them together a little and planned to visit the forest for something to help them heal.