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He would ask to accompany her and she would weigh it for a few moments before shaking her head. “I will not pull you further away from Epoch… and you can keep an eye out for if either of my sons return to Epoch with Mereo gone.” She would hold out hope.

The food would be enough. “I have a strong friendship with Mahler… he was my mentor when it came to being a midwife. Prior to his lessons I focused primarily on how to treat others wounds. I do not doubt he will greet me openly.” She explained to him as her eyes softened a little more.