[ From outside the tent, there's the rustle of approaching feet, the muffled sound of a sharp: Sit, sit down will you, it won't be long you great baby —
The conversation carries on nearly a full minute, entirely one-sided, before a small elven face pushes its way through the flap. She seems poised to speak, but cuts herself off at once upon sighting Gervais. Excuse her a moment, while she just. Stares. ]
You're not the midwife, [ There's the faintest touch of accusation to it, as though he's gone and made off with her somewhere. After a moment, Cerise catches herself to add: ] Sir.
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The conversation carries on nearly a full minute, entirely one-sided, before a small elven face pushes its way through the flap. She seems poised to speak, but cuts herself off at once upon sighting Gervais. Excuse her a moment, while she just. Stares. ]
You're not the midwife, [ There's the faintest touch of accusation to it, as though he's gone and made off with her somewhere. After a moment, Cerise catches herself to add: ] Sir.