*Blake*
She is returning to the house, the boy snuggled in her arms, hidden beneath her heavy woolen cloak. A smile lights up her face as I approach and I feel it like a kick to my gut.
“You are barely limping,” She says, as though I have made a major accomplishment, when in truth I have absolutely nothing to do with the healing. “Jolly good for you. Has the pain diminished ?"
“Yes, somewhat. I feel confident that I'm well on my way to recovery. No little thanks to your efforts." I tell her.
She blushes, but her eyes sparkle. “I did nothing really."
I nod toward the bundle in her arms. “Should he be out here?"
“The air does him good, I think. But we have been walking about long enough. I am going to take him in now.” She says.
I am astounded by my own disappointment. The cold is brac
