Emmeline sat back, pushing her hands into the grass watching the two with amusement. She had absolutely no idea how she would have reacted to having a child so young (which led to some sympathy to Gillian and Ingrid--but not much), but she would hope that she'd be able to handle it as well as Bertram seemed to be. Hell--she had no idea how she'd deal with kids ten years from now, but at the moment she was more focused on surviving this war than planning her future family.
"How's the summer been so far?" she asked, pulling at the grass between her fingers, "Other than becoming a living, breathing, piece of art?"
She still had a little more than a week before her internship started, so she was going to relax as much as possible, getting to see Caradoc and her friends before her life was dedicated to St. Mungo's.
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