Barrow Fields her face is the lunch meat, my hands are the bread: smackwich!

Pale eyes linger on the child; she’d been so skeptical at first but it was all worth it, in the end. Even the awkward reunion with Blixen isn’t too bad—maybe they can be civil with one another—and she’s able to let a smile linger on her travel worn features. Blixen extends her hand for Drageda once more and her smile frowns. It is routine at this point, for they both know the answer. Mallaidh doesn’t believe the military pack will accept her back after desertion but for a little while, she can pretend it’s real.
 
“I’m not ready,” she says and twists her lips. Kiwi isn’t paying much attention and she feels comfortable being honest. Maybe next time. “I am only here because I had to make sure she got home safe. I should probably get back.”