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[shufti]

Shufti is in the bar, by the fire, knitting a little bobble hat. The ball of wool rests on her heavily pregnant belly.

And there's a crossbow resting on her belt as always, just in case that demon she's heard about should show up.

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[shufti]

"Yes, as long as they're there." She says quietly.

"But the day I came back here Polly and Paul were at the brewery. I had to chase him off myself. Luckily there was only one."

[sto-helit.livejournal.com]

It's not fair. Susan squeezes her shoulder, looks down. "Could you stay here, until the baby's born?" she asks, cursing her awkwardness.

[shufti]

She winces at the touch.

"I will do, when I reach thirty six weeks. After then it is credible that I could have given birth."

[sto-helit.livejournal.com]

The girl quickly withdraws her hand, looking away. "Of course. A good plan."

[shufti]

She looks up.

"Sorry, it wasn't your fault." she says quietly. "I'm just bruised there."

[sto-helit.livejournal.com]

"My mistake." Susan grins lopsidedly. "Have you been to the infirmary?"

[shufti]

She shakes her head.

"It's just bruises."

[sto-helit.livejournal.com]

Stern teacher look. "More than one?"

[shufti]

She fidgets.

"Maybe."