Whitefish River i am not throwin' away my shot

Even with his assurance that he was fine, she looked him over anyway but found nothing out of place. She smiled at Verx as he spoke to her son, the father in him showing then. But her smile quickly faded with Castor's curt greeting. Castor, remember, we have to be respectful of others, Speedy admonished. She was pretty lenient in most ways as far as mothers went, but she had always pressed the importance of being polite. She gave Verx an apologetic look before turning back to her son.

Despite the rough start, she couldn't help but smile at his next words. He had heard her say it the right way many times, yet he pronounced the word with an H for some reason. But it was harmless and awfully cute, so she never corrected him. No sweetie, he's not sick or injured, she answered gently. She wondered why he had asked? Maybe that was all he thought she did when she wasn't taking care of them; it certainly felt like that sometimes. She was focused on Castor, so she missed the look Verx had given her. She would happily help Dragomir and Isilmë any way she could, though. And she would love it if their kids became friends.