Dunstan and Pansy
"I have nothing to do but worry. About everything." Turning toward her, his knee brushed her robes. Bastian's chained hands worried the fabric through his fingers. It was difficult to have her this close.
"I know you'll take good care of her." If Bastian were to handpick a mother for his daughter, he could find none better than Pansy Thorndike. "Yes, those other things." He cleared his throat, wishing very much he could stand. "I know this is too soon to even mention this, but I have to. I hope I've not disgraced you, Pansy.