There’s something very understanding in the fog-gray eyes as she nods. “Take yer time,” she murmurs. “I kennit, from when Alain came.”

Susan gets to her feet and gives a small curtsey, then heads inside to see to matters for the new arrival, finish her letter to Bernard, and eventually settle in on the couch by the fireplace with her work basket - having placed an advance order with the waitrats, as well.