Daine had felt a bit bad about the potting shed, though she'd felt worse before she realized that talk of repairs just so happened to not really include it. Biffy's mannerisms are familiar enough by now for her to read the implicit relief in his unwillingness to get fussed over it.
As if there isn't plenty else to fuss over.
She smiles ruefully as she passes the bags over. She probably shouldn't have run this errand alone in the first place, but she's painfully aware of how much there is to be done at any given time, and how much longer that list has grown since Kitten grew, too. And she knows it's fair foolish to try and give everyone else a break without dreaming of taking one, herself. But Kitten is her responsibility, first and foremost.
"Probably a lost cause, by now," she says, rolling her shoulders and pointedly hitching up her backpack. "They'll get relieved whenever Kitten does." Which has to be soon, she tells herself. Darrow's nonsense never seems built to last.
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As if there isn't plenty else to fuss over.
She smiles ruefully as she passes the bags over. She probably shouldn't have run this errand alone in the first place, but she's painfully aware of how much there is to be done at any given time, and how much longer that list has grown since Kitten grew, too. And she knows it's fair foolish to try and give everyone else a break without dreaming of taking one, herself. But Kitten is her responsibility, first and foremost.
"Probably a lost cause, by now," she says, rolling her shoulders and pointedly hitching up her backpack. "They'll get relieved whenever Kitten does." Which has to be soon, she tells herself. Darrow's nonsense never seems built to last.