“Very ready!” Morag said, popping to her feet. She held up her bag, with a grin. “I’ve got my stuff.” She affirmed, moving to his side easily. She couldn’t help the nerves though. The news articles recently had made her feel less steady in the future. “You still want to take in your baby sister?” She checked, worrying her lip with her teeth. “I don’t want to cramp your style or invade...” She trailed off, and blew out a breath. She would have never thought she’d have to ask, but she was still thrown off by what all had happened.
“Sorry,” she apologised, for what felt like the millionth time since she had return. . “I know I’m being ridiculous.” She shook her head. “But Mam and Da...and everything the papers are saying...” as if to contradict her words, she moved closer. Rejection from her family had always been something she feared. “Never mind.” She muttered blushing. “It’s been a week.”