**** BEGIN LOGGING AT Fri Feb 16 20:09:52 2024 Feb 16 20:09:52 * Morgan (~mads@192.168.1.117) has joined Feb 16 20:13:45 * Molly (~u931732@192.168.1.127) has joined Feb 16 20:14:28 You clearly cant Feb 16 20:14:28 * Molly nods “I can hold it a bit longer, it’s fine” Feb 16 20:14:28 * Morgan shrugs a little, picking up the charcoal again and working Feb 16 20:14:28 * Molly smiles, staying very still from now on, only the slightest of fleeting fidgets occassionally Feb 16 20:14:28 * Morgan nods, finishing up Feb 16 20:14:31 * Molly waits patiently Feb 16 20:14:33 alright... finishing touches I can do tomorrow Feb 16 20:14:35 * Molly nods Feb 16 20:14:37 You are finished for tonight? Feb 16 20:14:39 I think so, yes Feb 16 20:14:41 * Molly blows out a breath “Okay, that’s good...” Feb 16 20:17:17 * Morgan packs his things away Feb 16 20:17:20 Come on then Feb 16 20:18:08 * Molly is very quick to put her things back on, though doesn’t worry about tightening it much Feb 16 20:18:17 naked, another time? Feb 16 20:18:29 Aye... I'll finish off the details of that one tomorrow maybe Feb 16 20:19:01 * Molly nods, carrying rather than wearing her shoes Feb 16 20:19:18 * Morgan lets her out, following her Feb 16 20:19:47 * Molly is quick down the hall, and stops by the main bathroom “I’ll be with you in a minute” Feb 16 20:20:29 You know we have a bathroom attached to our room... Feb 16 20:20:43 mmm, this one’s right here! Feb 16 20:21:31 alright Feb 16 20:21:52 * Molly nods, going in and shutting the door Feb 16 20:22:22 * Morgan wanders down to his room Feb 16 20:27:02 *It’s quiet in here, everything tidy, bed neatly made Feb 16 20:28:19 * Morgan goes into the bathroom, getting cleaned up and washing the charcoal from his hands Feb 16 20:28:47 * Molly is there when he comes out, starting to undo her bodice again Feb 16 20:31:15 Alright? Feb 16 20:32:16 * Molly smiles Feb 16 20:32:20 yes my love Feb 16 20:32:29 * Morgan nods Feb 16 20:32:30 Good Feb 16 20:32:51 I just really needed to go, that’s all. Are you well? Feb 16 20:34:32 * Morgan nods Feb 16 20:34:34 I think so, aye Feb 16 20:34:51 Only think so? *she drops the bodice on the floor* Feb 16 20:35:07 There's a lot going on isn't there Feb 16 20:35:58 * Molly nods, sighing Feb 16 20:36:06 As always, it seems Feb 16 20:37:13 * Morgan nods Feb 16 20:37:14 Quite Feb 16 20:37:25 It’s frustrating Feb 16 20:37:36 * Morgan nods Feb 16 20:37:38 Yes it is Feb 16 20:37:54 * Molly takes off her skirt Feb 16 20:38:04 Still, complaining doesn’t ease it Feb 16 20:38:32 No, I suppose not Feb 16 20:39:58 * Molly nods Feb 16 20:40:26 we just wait for better, easier days Feb 16 20:40:41 * Morgan nods Feb 16 20:40:43 Aye Feb 16 20:41:26 * Molly sets to getting ready for bed until she’s out of her make up, her hair down and brushed through, still in her shift Feb 16 20:42:43 * Morgan gets undressed, muttering Feb 16 20:43:49 My love? Feb 16 20:44:02 * Morgan points to some charcoal on his chest Feb 16 20:44:07 How the fuck did I get that there?! Feb 16 20:44:12 * Molly smiles Feb 16 20:44:38 I don’t know, but I would enjoy you sketching me whilst naked one day Feb 16 20:45:02 We already agreed that... Feb 16 20:47:01 That you will draw me whilst you are naked? Feb 16 20:47:28 oh... no, while -you- are Feb 16 20:49:51 Both? *she smiles* I wish to see where I could inspire you to get kohl upon yourself Feb 16 20:50:09 God, that'd be a nightmare to clean up Feb 16 20:51:09 * Molly smiles, undoing the bows “No... get into a nice hot bath and I would soap you up” Feb 16 20:52:00 * Morgan shrugs Feb 16 20:52:12 I suppose... its not something we've ever done Feb 16 20:53:20 My getting you all lathered up? *she gets the rest of the bows undone* Feb 16 20:53:59 * Morgan nods, stretching then flexing his shoulders Feb 16 20:54:56 * Molly slips it from her shoulders, belly revealed “I have always been more than happy to attend you like that, my love” Feb 16 20:55:58 * Morgan nods Feb 16 20:56:02 I know, I suppose Feb 16 20:57:51 * Molly comes to sit beside him Feb 16 20:57:58 it was always too intimate? Feb 16 20:59:20 * Morgan shrugs Feb 16 20:59:25 Just the way its always been Feb 16 21:01:27 * Molly nods a little “It is not something you were used to, from before?” Feb 16 21:02:06 God no... Feb 16 21:03:35 oh... because of the scars... Feb 16 21:03:59 * Morgan nods Feb 16 21:04:01 yes Feb 16 21:04:48 * Molly takes his hand gently Feb 16 21:05:12 Did that sadden you, or had you never even thought of being bathed? Feb 16 21:06:49 Both, I think... but then I spent a good amount of time being used to washing in streams, so... Feb 16 21:08:28 * Molly squeezes gently Feb 16 21:08:45 You will allow me to do that for you soon? Feb 16 21:09:42 When there is time, I suppose Feb 16 21:09:48 * Molly smiles Feb 16 21:09:52 I’d like that Feb 16 21:10:02 * Morgan nods Feb 16 21:10:04 alright Feb 16 21:11:03 * Molly gently rubs her bump with her free hand “did you wish to listen tonight?” Feb 16 21:11:38 * Morgan nods eagerly Feb 16 21:11:39 Oh yes Feb 16 21:12:46 * Molly smiles, going to get into bed, lying flat Feb 16 21:13:30 * Morgan smiles, moving to get into place Feb 16 21:14:03 * Molly strokes his hair a moment, then his neck prickles. He can hear the baby loud and clear Feb 16 21:15:38 * Morgan smiles, listening Feb 16 21:16:41 * Molly lays still, letting him do so Feb 16 21:20:10 * Morgan lays still for several minutes Feb 16 21:20:19 [okay, that'll do] Feb 16 21:21:56 *his neck prickles again, and she goes back to stroking his hair* Feb 16 21:22:21 * Morgan sighs contentedly Feb 16 21:24:04 * Molly smiles Feb 16 21:24:16 Do you feel better now, my love? Feb 16 21:24:20 Yes, I do Feb 16 21:25:08 * Molly nods “Good. Are you ready to sleep?” Feb 16 21:25:30 Think I might be, aye Feb 16 21:26:36 * Molly nods Feb 16 21:26:46 Alight then, my love Feb 16 21:29:04 * Morgan moves up the bed, laying beside her Feb 16 21:29:22 * Molly kisses him chastely Feb 16 21:29:30 Good night, my love Feb 16 21:29:54 * Morgan kisses her forehead Feb 16 21:32:04 * Molly settles in her arms, her skin warm and soft, her bump against his hip Feb 16 21:32:41 * Morgan puts a hand against her belly, closing his eyes Feb 16 21:33:19 * Molly sings for a minute, but she’s soon asleep before him Feb 16 21:34:12 * Morgan tries to settle to sleep Feb 16 21:36:08 **he starts to dream, something new. He's still quite new as master at arms of Lady Torrington, it's almost the first anniversary of the fire, no friendships with anyone, before Catherine went missing. He knows the names of the staff, but feels no connection to any of them, they mostly seem lazy, gossipy, and barely respectful. (Mtf) Feb 16 21:36:30 *The few who do work hard are very quiet and rarely seen, though their work gets done well enough. There's one girl he barely sees, she seems to be more of a dairymaid than a housemaid, the only thing that really stands out about her is that she smells really good. (Mtf) Feb 16 21:36:50 *But that is no reason to strike up a friendship, and what is the point in doing that when he soon hopes to die. Yet again, his nightmare is of the fire, trying so hard to get through the burning door to them, his skin melting in the heat. Feb 16 21:37:12 **Is it them burning he can smell, or his useless arms that cannot break through the wood? He wakes up within the dream with a choking feeling as if the acrid smoke has followed him from that world to his. Likewise, his arms feel hot, sweat bathing him. (done) Feb 16 21:38:27 * Morgan rolls off the bed, slapping at himself Feb 16 21:38:53 *His large but very cold room is pitch black* Feb 16 21:39:48 * Morgan wipes at his face, breathing heavily before fumbling to light a candle Feb 16 21:40:33 **He finds one and manages to light it. He knows to sleep further will only invite that hellscape to return. It is about two o'clock, too late for guests, too early for staff. The house and cool grounds should be empty** Feb 16 21:42:27 * Morgan takes a few minutes to change his shirt, getting his things together before heading out into the hallway to patrol the house first Feb 16 21:42:50 *It’s all dark and quiet, familiar now* Feb 16 21:44:47 * Morgan goes down to the kitchen to make himself coffee Feb 16 21:45:26 *There’s a solitary footman snoozing by a banked fire, technically on duty Feb 16 21:46:53 * Morgan ignores him, making his drink before heading outside with it Feb 16 21:47:26 **There's a full moon, and his eyes adjust quickly outside. It's dry. Despite the pain of his loss and the fear of his nightmare, his eyes are also dry. Maybe he's too broken for tears now. Feb 16 21:51:38 * Morgan drinks his coffee, looking out over the grounds for any light Feb 16 21:52:37 *there looks to faintly be a light up in the direction of the barn for the dairy Feb 16 21:53:51 * Morgan unceremoniously dumps his coffee on the ground and starts in the direction of the dairy Feb 16 21:54:35 **when he reaches one of the furthermost barns where the light is, it sounds like one of the animals is in distress** Feb 16 21:55:09 * Morgan frowns, opening one of the doors enough to slip inside Feb 16 21:56:43 *There’s a lantern at the far end. The barn isn’t too cold, lots of cows huddled in for the night* Feb 16 21:56:59 * Morgan stops, listening Feb 16 21:57:27 *There’s another noise, it sounds like pain. Human, not bovine* Feb 16 21:57:47 Who's there? Feb 16 21:58:51 *there’s no response. There’s a small area at the end, behind a wooden wall, where the milking equipment is, where the light would still illuminate Feb 16 21:59:20 There's no point pretending, I know you're there Feb 16 22:00:13 * Molly ‘s voice is filled with anxiety “Master Hockridge?” Feb 16 22:01:23 * Morgan frowns Feb 16 22:01:26 Whos asking Feb 16 22:02:00 It’s Molly, from the Dairy, Sir *she sounds breathless, pained* Feb 16 22:02:38 You should be in bed asleep Feb 16 22:03:15 * Molly doesn’t answer Feb 16 22:05:21 Did you not hear me? Feb 16 22:06:03 *He only hears a sharp inhale, followed by a rough exhale, and then the same again* Feb 16 22:06:39 Alright, show yourself. I'm not standing here talking to myself Feb 16 22:06:52 I... I can’t Feb 16 22:06:58 Why not? Feb 16 22:07:04 The pain... Feb 16 22:07:16 What pain? Feb 16 22:07:53 In my belly Feb 16 22:08:47 * Morgan frowns, moving toward her Feb 16 22:08:53 **where he's only seen the dairymaid in layers and layers of clothing before, even through this warm summer gone, she appears to just be in a shift where she's huddled in the corner of the barn, a blanket around her shoulders and an old tatty linen sheet on the straw. Her hair is just in one long braid, a stunning deep red that he had no idea she had, always beneath a prim white cap. Feb 16 22:09:31 Alright, what pain? Feb 16 22:09:39 * Molly looks at him. She looks exhausted, and very scared. She can't even be twenty yet, and the fear makes her look even younger. “Please, please, I'm sorry!” Feb 16 22:10:04 * Morgan crouches down Feb 16 22:10:13 You need to tell me what's going on... Feb 16 22:10:17 * Molly shifts, pulling the blanket ends off her belly, which is fit to burst. She looks deeply ashamed “I know you're not a friendly, kind and compassionate sort of man, but please… please don't leave me. It hurts so much and I am so scared!” She looks up at him pleadingly Feb 16 22:10:56 Ah damn. Feb 16 22:11:26 * Molly wraps her arms around her stomach when the pain comes, groaning deeply. She rocks a little back and forth. The pain seems drawn out, very intense. He can see how her belly tightens and how she bears down. He remembers Dietlinde's practice pains in the many days and weeks of them before proper labour, this is nothing like that. At a guess, this baby is coming very soon. Feb 16 22:12:28 Alright... this isn't happening here Feb 16 22:12:54 * Molly sobs when it passes “I think it is!” Feb 16 22:13:06 Is your name Mary? Feb 16 22:13:19 No sir, Molly, sir Feb 16 22:13:39 Then thats not the messiah, so its not being born in a barn Feb 16 22:13:52 We're going inside Feb 16 22:14:16 * Molly takes a deep breath, gritting her teeth. It looks so painful Feb 16 22:14:50 I'm going to carry you inside, then I'll send someone for a midwife Feb 16 22:15:46 *The sheet beneath her is suddenly flooded, water gushing from her* Oh no, what was that?! Feb 16 22:16:31 ummm... I think that means the baby's about to come Feb 16 22:17:28 I need to move, I have to move! Oh the pain! *she sobs again, trying to get to her knees* Feb 16 22:17:57 * Morgan moves closer, taking her hand Feb 16 22:18:09 I think the time for that has passed Feb 16 22:19:01 * Molly looks at him, so grateful just for the touch. She quietly says “thank you” Feb 16 22:19:30 I'm not sure we'll get you in the house... Feb 16 22:20:18 * Molly shakes her head, tears down her cheeks Feb 16 22:20:39 The head... I think I can feel it coming down... Feb 16 22:21:02 Alright... Feb 16 22:21:17 I’m so scared... Feb 16 22:21:33 * Molly watches him with so much worry in her blue eyes Feb 16 22:21:44 * Morgan nods Feb 16 22:22:11 Its not much, but I'm not going to leave you alone until I can send for a midwife Feb 16 22:23:09 * Molly nods, crushing his hand hard when the pain comes, eyes squeezed shut. Intentionally or not, he can see she is holding her breath and pushing Feb 16 22:23:45 * Morgan watches her, reaching out to rub her shoulder, bearing the pain silently Feb 16 22:24:44 * Molly ‘s contraction eventually passes, and she drops her head back against the wall, trying to catch her breath Feb 16 22:25:00 Alright... you're doing well I think Feb 16 22:25:16 Can... you... see... anything? Feb 16 22:25:47 Not from here, no Feb 16 22:25:59 Can you... look? Feb 16 22:26:33 * Morgan frowns but moves to look Feb 16 22:28:40 *It’s certainly not how he ever expected to see a woman intimately, having been sent to wait outside during Jana’s birth. He can tell the baby is not far away though, the child’s hair and crown just visible within her Feb 16 22:29:15 I think.. I can see the top of the head Feb 16 22:30:06 * Molly nods, Another pain coming. She moans loudly, saying a few choice curse words, and pushing hard Feb 16 22:30:42 * Morgan watches her face, glancing down in case he has to grab the child Feb 16 22:32:19 *The pushing seems quite effective, an inch of the head emerging. She grasps his hand “That’s the most awful sensation!!” Feb 16 22:32:39 I don''t think it'll last long Feb 16 22:32:54 I can’t do this! Feb 16 22:33:16 You've made it this far... there isn't much further to go Feb 16 22:33:36 It hurts so much! it feels like I’ll die from it! Feb 16 22:34:22 * Morgan squeezes her hand Feb 16 22:34:50 No, you're going to be fine soon Feb 16 22:36:14 * Molly has quit (Read error: EOF from client) Feb 16 22:36:29 * Molly (~u931732@192.168.1.127) has joined Feb 16 22:37:13 *Her brow is beaded with sweat, skin flushed, pulse racing. She looks to him apologetically “I’m sorry. You -are- kind” Feb 16 22:38:19 No, I'm not. Take some deep breaths, try to relax before its time to push again Feb 16 22:39:37 * Molly does so, and then her damp forehead furrows “The pain is coming back” Feb 16 22:39:55 Okay, deep breaths... your body knows what to do Feb 16 22:42:06 * Molly follows his instruction. The noise she makes is guttural and full of pain as she pushes hard Feb 16 22:42:37 * Morgan watches her sympathetically Feb 16 22:43:21 **She stops pushing, breathing fast and wailing “Oh god, oh god that hurts!” Feb 16 22:43:49 * Morgan looks at the baby Feb 16 22:44:16 **he can see the whole back of the baby's head. The pulsing cord is wrapped around the baby's neck tightly** Feb 16 22:45:19 * Morgan mutters, moving and trying to unloop the cord from the childs neck Feb 16 22:45:49 *It loosens slightly but won’t come off* Feb 16 22:45:58 What is it, what’s wrong? Feb 16 22:46:22 The cord is around the baby's neck Feb 16 22:46:37 * Molly looks up at him, worried Feb 16 22:46:45 Is that supposed to happen?! Feb 16 22:46:52 I don't think so Feb 16 22:47:08 * Morgan tests the tightness, checking to see if its loose enough Feb 16 22:47:20 *It’s still not looser* Feb 16 22:47:26 What do I do?! Feb 16 22:47:51 I don't know. I've no experience in this Feb 16 22:47:59 * Molly watches his expression, how worried he looks Feb 16 22:48:42 are you scared? Feb 16 22:48:54 No. I'm concerned. Feb 16 22:49:23 The pain... should I push? Feb 16 22:50:12 I think so. Sooner the child is out, sooner we can sort this out Feb 16 22:51:08 * Molly nods, suddenly pushing very hard, making a growling noise and really digging in to it Feb 16 22:51:46 * Morgan watches, supporting the baby Feb 16 22:52:40 **with a deep breath and another push the baby slides from her body into his hands Feb 16 22:53:32 * Molly sighs with relief “thank god!” Feb 16 22:53:39 * Morgan moves quickly, unlooping the cord Feb 16 22:54:14 **It comes free, but the little girl's skin is more bluish and pale than Jana's was when he saw her only ten minutes after he heard her cry. There's no cry here, the slippery, sticky body too quiet** Feb 16 22:54:41 * Morgan turns up over, rubbing her back firmly Feb 16 22:54:48 Come on little one, speak up Feb 16 22:55:52 *She doesn’t respond, but through her back he sees the small movement, a heartbeat still present, if slow. Molly meanwhile is trying to catch her breath from the agony and exertion* Feb 16 22:56:42 * Morgan concentrates, trying to think of what he should do Feb 16 22:57:05 Why... isn’t... it... crying? Don’t they cry? Feb 16 22:57:43 * Morgan ignores her, trying to get the child breathing Feb 16 22:59:12 *He vaguely remembers Heinzharold Senior telling him of a lamb that has been born not breathing, so he’d put his mouth over its nostrils and blown in a few times until it started* Feb 16 22:59:46 * Morgan turns the baby back over, placing his mouth over her mouth and nose and breathing gently a few times Feb 16 23:01:00 * Molly watches this with concern, but stays quiet. The baby suddenly wriggles firmly in his hands Feb 16 23:01:28 * Morgan watches her Feb 16 23:01:33 You have something to say little one? Feb 16 23:01:59 *The baby makes an odd sort of coughing, retching sort of sound* Feb 16 23:02:21 * Morgan tilts her to her side, letting her clear her throat Feb 16 23:03:15 *What she coughs up is quite disgusting looking, and she seems to dislike of it as much as he does, because she screams loudly* Feb 16 23:03:28 * Molly exhales hard Feb 16 23:03:51 There you go... *he looks to Molly* I think she's okay... how are you doing? Feb 16 23:04:21 * Molly nods “I don’t think I’ve died, but everything aches!” Feb 16 23:04:30 * Morgan nods Feb 16 23:04:47 I think... there'll be a little more for the... the other end of the cord Feb 16 23:05:31 *The baby continues to cry, little arms flailing around. She looks in need of a good wash* Feb 16 23:05:50 The pain will come back?! Feb 16 23:06:28 Not as bad I don't think... here, this little one will be wanting to feed and I need to send for a midwife Feb 16 23:07:36 * Molly looks at the baby “I don’t know what I’m doing with a baby!” Feb 16 23:08:59 Put her to your breast, she'll know what to do Feb 16 23:10:02 * Molly takes her carefully. He sees the infant’s tiny nails, her body now more filled with colour, just her extremities a little pale Feb 16 23:11:37 What about the cord? Animals chew through it quickly, should we cut it? do you have a knife? Feb 16 23:12:03 No, it needs to be.... Tied first... I've got some string for that Feb 16 23:12:48 * Molly nods, wrapping the blanket around the crying baby that’s still attached to her womb Feb 16 23:13:57 * Morgan gets the string, cutting two lengths and tying the cord tightly in two places Feb 16 23:14:30 * Molly uncovers her left breast Feb 16 23:15:49 She’ll know how to nurse? Feb 16 23:16:27 I imagine so... Feb 16 23:17:57 * Molly brings the baby to her breast, watching the baby as she roots against her nipple Feb 16 23:18:14 She got it? Feb 16 23:18:24 uhhh almost? Feb 16 23:18:44 Give her some help... Feb 16 23:19:34 * Molly places her hand on her breast, guiding her nipple into the baby’s mouth. The child latches Feb 16 23:19:43 Oh! oh that’s strange! Feb 16 23:20:13 * Morgan looks at the cord between the two places he's tied off Feb 16 23:20:15 Is it? Feb 16 23:20:24 * Molly nods Feb 16 23:20:44 It feels warm, and soft, but insistent Feb 16 23:21:48 I'm going to cut the cord now Feb 16 23:23:22 * Molly nods, watching him. The knife he has is the one he was cut with whilst being tortured, one that was coated in his blood and is about to be marked with the mother and child’s too Feb 16 23:24:01 * Morgan takes the knife, quickly cutting through the cord Feb 16 23:25:00 *it’s quite straightforward. She looks at the tiny hand, the little fingers clasping her finger* Oh... She’s so small Feb 16 23:25:22 * Morgan nods Feb 16 23:25:24 Yes, she is Feb 16 23:26:33 * Molly smiles Feb 16 23:26:40 She’s so beautiful Feb 16 23:26:53 /me nods Feb 16 23:27:08 I think I need to go send for a midwife to check you both over Feb 16 23:27:26 Already? You’re leaving us so soon? Feb 16 23:28:13 You need to be seen by someone who knows what they're doing Feb 16 23:29:14 * Molly nods, squaring her shoulders “Yes. Thank you, Master Hockridge” Feb 16 23:29:49 * Morgan nods Feb 16 23:30:01 Morgan... I'll come back as soon as someones been sent Feb 16 23:30:22 * Molly nods Feb 16 23:30:58 thank you, Morgan. *she smiles a little* You can call me Mary, if you like? Feb 16 23:32:12 * Morgan smiles a little Feb 16 23:32:18 I won't be long Feb 16 23:32:51 * Molly nods, singing a quiet lullaby to the newborn Feb 16 23:33:32 * Morgan slips out, running to the main house to rouse the footman Feb 16 23:34:39 *The Young footman, called Richard, is where he was left* Feb 16 23:34:49 * Morgan kicks his foot Feb 16 23:35:11 *He yelps, then realises who it is, bolting to his feet* Sir? Feb 16 23:35:59 I need a midwife... now. Feb 16 23:37:07 R: there’s one in the village, shall I take a horse? Feb 16 23:37:41 Yes. I want them here as soon as physically possible. Don't take no for an answer, understood? Feb 16 23:39:00 R: Yessir! *He goes running for the stables* Feb 16 23:40:04 * Morgan heads back to Molly Feb 16 23:42:33 *The enormity of it hits him as he’s walking towards the barn, the feeling of seeing the cord around, the way the baby was so blue, how he’d saved her life, how close to dying in his arms this tiny little creature was. The feelings are intense, stronger than he’s felt anything but pain and rage since the day of the fire* Feb 16 23:43:16 * Morgan staggers a couple of times, coming to a halt and leaning on the barn, breathing heavily Feb 16 23:45:23 *he hears a quiet singing of a song he hasn’t heard since he was a holidaying boy at Foxcroft, Kosk Yn Ta* Feb 16 23:46:35 * Morgan takes a few deep breaths before going into the barn Feb 16 23:47:28 * Molly is nursing the baby on the other side. The sheet is folded up beneath her Feb 16 23:49:05 Ive sent for a midwife Feb 16 23:50:55 * Molly nods “The other end of the cord came out” Feb 16 23:51:11 Good... thats normal I think Feb 16 23:52:35 * Molly smiles at the baby who seems to have fallen asleep “This was the pretty end” Feb 16 23:53:07 * Morgan nods Feb 16 23:53:14 Yes, it was Feb 16 23:53:22 * Molly looks up at him Feb 16 23:53:37 I do not know how I can ever thank you Feb 16 23:53:44 * Morgan shakes his head Feb 16 23:53:48 Its not needed Feb 16 23:53:57 would you like to hold her? Feb 16 23:54:18 I'm not good with children Feb 16 23:54:34 nor am I Feb 16 23:54:45 What I see says otherwise Feb 16 23:55:01 * Molly shrugs a little Feb 16 23:55:10 She would have died, wouldn’t she? Feb 16 23:55:24 * Morgan nods Feb 16 23:55:29 Yes, I think so Feb 16 23:55:39 * Molly nods, watching her Feb 16 23:55:46 That’s my fault, I think Feb 16 23:56:10 How so? Feb 16 23:56:32 I prayed I wouldn’t stay pregnant, I prayed so hard Feb 16 23:56:43 * Morgan shakes his head Feb 16 23:56:50 No, that would've had nothing to do with it Feb 16 23:56:59 * Molly shrugs Feb 16 23:57:09 I wonder what her name will be Feb 16 23:57:19 No no, look... I can prove it... Feb 16 23:57:29 * Molly looks at him Feb 16 23:57:32 how? Feb 16 23:58:08 * Morgan takes the remaining string from his pocket, holding it so it hangs straight before carefully wrapping it into a loop in the palm of his hand Feb 16 23:58:14 All nice and neat... Feb 16 23:58:26 * Molly nods Feb 16 23:58:48 * Morgan closes his hand, clenching and unclenching his fist a few times before opening his fingers, the string all tangled and knotted Feb 16 23:58:58 It just... happens. Feb 16 23:59:05 * Molly nods Feb 16 23:59:16 Alright, I believe you Feb 16 23:59:22 * Morgan nods Feb 16 23:59:32 As for her name... that'll be whatever you call her Feb 16 23:59:42 * Molly shakes her head solemnly Feb 16 23:59:50 No it won’t Feb 16 23:59:54 Why not?