"[color=#ff4136]I think it's good that you and Maeve are taking such a hands on approach, not leaving her to a nanny[/color]." That wasn't something the noble houses usually did -- many of them were hands off on child rearing, she'd seen it in the times she had followed kitchen staff to the markets in her own childhood. Nanny's and the children, while the parents were no where to be found. At least her mother had been there in the kitchens with her until her death, and then Cook had taken over raising her. Well, Cook and Luce, and occasionally Luce's father. He had always been quite kind to her, being another mouth in his house to feed, and way too curious for her own good.
Looking back, she had been given a lot of free-reign of the house, as a servant, and even Lucien gave her more freedom than she'd seen from any other household. It wasn't lost on her that she was a special case when it came to the two worlds she danced between. "[color=#ff4136]It's Tuesday. Or it was, last I checked. You're asking me of all people what day it is, I've problems remembering what year is it, I've been in the library so long.[/color]"
She teased gently as she reached over to the fruit bowl that was always in her library room. It was sometimes the only way she knew time had passed -- if the fruit were still fresh, or.. not so much. And it kept snacks on hand for her to actually remember to feed herself at times. Her hand rested on an apple, and a quick feel of it told her that it was still fresh, with no bad spots, and she moved to press it into his hands. "[color=#ff4136]You have to eat and rest when Maeve and Alina eat and rest, otherwise you're going to burn out quickly.[/color]"
her hands cupped over his, to close around the apple. "[color=#ff4136]And I'm here if you need me to do little things for you. Guide the students, cook a meal, take a moment holding the baby so that you can help Maeve bathe or eat, or anything else she can't do right now because she's recovering.[/color]" She smiled softly up to him. "[color=#ff4136]And when it's needed, you know I'll be here to fix scraped knees and other ouchies that come with a little one learning the world around them.[/color]"
Looking back, she had been given a lot of free-reign of the house, as a servant, and even Lucien gave her more freedom than she'd seen from any other household. It wasn't lost on her that she was a special case when it came to the two worlds she danced between. "[color=#ff4136]It's Tuesday. Or it was, last I checked. You're asking me of all people what day it is, I've problems remembering what year is it, I've been in the library so long.[/color]"
She teased gently as she reached over to the fruit bowl that was always in her library room. It was sometimes the only way she knew time had passed -- if the fruit were still fresh, or.. not so much. And it kept snacks on hand for her to actually remember to feed herself at times. Her hand rested on an apple, and a quick feel of it told her that it was still fresh, with no bad spots, and she moved to press it into his hands. "[color=#ff4136]You have to eat and rest when Maeve and Alina eat and rest, otherwise you're going to burn out quickly.[/color]"
her hands cupped over his, to close around the apple. "[color=#ff4136]And I'm here if you need me to do little things for you. Guide the students, cook a meal, take a moment holding the baby so that you can help Maeve bathe or eat, or anything else she can't do right now because she's recovering.[/color]" She smiled softly up to him. "[color=#ff4136]And when it's needed, you know I'll be here to fix scraped knees and other ouchies that come with a little one learning the world around them.[/color]"
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