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Deirdre Gwyneth McCrery (naturallygwyn) wrote in inpoormerit,

Some of the anxiety that had been simmering just below the surface of her thoughts began to manifest itself in the movement of her hands. She tugged at her bandages, suddenly eager to feel the open air on her healing skin. They didn't come away very easily, however. Gwyn frowned and then seemed to realise she was not alone, even though he'd been talking to her all the while. "Haven't the foggiest," she said. "I mean, unless it's somethin' t'do with the bit of- eh, no. No, yer right. Haven't done a thing t'deserve this."

She was distracted from the rising panic that tightened in her chest as Colin began to freak about his family. Gwyn's lips pressed together as she thought of her own family. It had never occurred to her before now. As close as she was to her mam, da and siblings, somehow she just took it for granted that she would see them again. She watched him pace for a moment, before putting a hand out and putting it on his arm.

"Colin," she said, her voice kept carefully steady, "we'll figure out a way to get back to them, yeah? We aren't completely as hopeless as all that." She paused a little and then offered him a smile. Maybe she could distract him a little. "Congratulations on nearly bein' a new uncle. D'yeh know yet if the bairn'll be a lad or a lass?"