"I'm not sure. I lost track of her after you left, I needed Mama attention." Sileas sipped the tea, wrinkling her nose a bit. Ginger had never been one of her favorite things. "Is there anything I should know or do differently?"

"Try to avoid trouble." Difyr said.

"Well I had already resolved to my best to avoid trouble and stop adventuring. I brought a little boy from Portside back with me, hopefully I can take care of him without it causing trouble. Where is Oscar anyway?"

"Around 10 years old with brown hair?" Difyr asked. "I discovered a boy who had eaten himself sick and brought him to the healing room."

Sileas sighed. "Yes, that would be Oscar. He's done that like three times today. I've told him over and over he can eat slower and chew, and that he doesn't have to eat everything at once." Sileas had clearly forgotten what she had been like upon arrival in the village. Her mother snorted and she glanced at her.

"If he learns to eat more slowly he should be fine." Difyr said, also reminded of when Sileas first came to the village.

"I'll keep reminding him. And all the snacks we grabbed from the kitchen to tide us over for the night were all eaten by him too."

"If he doesn't make a habit of overeating he should be fine." Difyr felt like all she did was treat vomiting patients.

"I'll move everything in the kitchen up higher,"  Brie offered.

"That could help. But isn't he a streetkid? They are resourceful." Difyr said.

"I suppose I'll have to remember what I used to do when I had a certain child eating everything in sight." Brie looked at Sileas and then smiled when she blushed.

"If you're all set-" Difyr was interrupted by a shriek upstairs.

"I think we have it under control." The shriek from upstairs made Sileas shriek. She jumped to her feet. "What was that?"

"Sit down." Difyr said. She looked to Brighid for backup.

Brie gently pushed Sileas's shoulder. "You can't go off every time someone is in danger now. You said you needed a nap and you should take your nap. Your priority is Oscar and that little one," she said, gently tapping her stomach.

DIfyr started up the stairs, steeling herself.

Brie fussed at Sileas, getting her tucked into the bed. She tucked a blanket around her. "I'll be out in the outer room waiting for your Oscar." She brushed a kiss on Sileas's temple.

Yehudit ignored Difyr and fell down the stairs.

Brie heard the thudding sound of someone falling down the stairs. She facepalmed, knowing it was Yehudit.

Yehudit dusted herself off and limped to Sileas's bedroom. She sat on the edge of her cousin's bed.

Sileas was sound asleep, the first good sleep she had since leaving Portside to find her Uncle. She didn't hear Yehudit or feel the mattress go down when she sat down.

"Psst! Hey, Sileas!" Yehudit poked Sileas. "Wulfen wants to see you after he gets done killing some momzer."

"Yehudit, let her sleep. Her body needs some rest," Brie said from the doorway. "Come out here and tell me what all this stuff is."

Yehudit shook her head. "She'll have to wake up soon, Wulfsen is coming to see her soon."

"She will wake when she is ready and not before."