"Oh, of course." Verity said, leaning her head against his shoulder. "He's taking the brunt of it, I'm sure. I'm just cleaning up here and there where I can. I've got a faster quill than he does, I think, so I've been handing a lot of the owls coming in. But he's dealing with most of it." She was so thankful for his support. It meant a lot to have him there, to have his arm around her.