Lost Creek Hollow the light was weak and carnivorous

Mary drew in her lips and allowed her face to fall with pity. Generally speaking, vomiting wasn't meant to be a normal part of everyday life, save for the expecting and the ill. Seeing as this boy was indeed a boy, it must've been the latter, which gave a direct hit to her heart. All four of her children had lost their lives to unexplained defects and ailments, and Mary would have hated to see another mother go through what she had. Have you eaten? she asked after a moment's silence. He needed that hare more than she did, and she was beyond willing to give it. 

Mary took a cautious step forward with her head down low and her eyes constantly checking for any change in demeanor. She wanted to examine him for any wounds but she wouldn't overstep if he didn't want her to. Nursing was what she was good at, aside from preaching Douglas's old sermons from memory. I wanna help you, hon. Can I help you?