Restless spirits? Restless natives. "Swimmingly," he said after his last gulp of mead. Brian placed his stein down on the table with a small clunk and looked properly at Frankie. "She's quite patient, and rather lovely, to boot. I'm proud to call her a colleague. I feel as if I'm not really needed in the matters of maternity," he chuckled, feeling even nicer than after his dance. "Will's taken to looking after the little ones, actually, so that leaves fewer of us to tend to the ill and injured, but frankly we're in a bit of a utopia. The only woes are of the minds of the rulers." Unfortunately. Nine realms and Brian had little power in helping them out... officially. Perhaps the tables could turn, soon.
"I hear you're working with children occasionally yourself?"