Famine stopped digging to give Patrick a quick squeeze. "You'rr not weak, Irish," she told him firmly. "And if he couldn't take you as is, he didn't deserve you. You...you shouldn't have to change who you are for anyone, you know? That's bullshit."
She looked up at George as he came back in. "I could go for a glass of water?" she said, almost turning it into a question. "And, you know...sorry about your window. I don't think I damaged the lock, but I'll look at it before I leave."