"I understand. I couldn't be distant from me bairns either. It just seems wrong." She finished her stew by scraping the last bits up with a piece of bread, popping that into her mouth and chewing thoughtfully. After swallowing, she sat back in her chair and tilted her head. "I don't think I could ever get used to that kind of life, a life without me children."

As soon as they were done eating, she stood up and began to collect the empty dishes, not particularly rushing but not slow either. She stacked the dishes neatly inside of her sink and began to fill it with hot water, which was a novelty to her since she had been used to having to pump at the old house. "This is nice," she commented over her shoulder. "I am used to the pump at the old house. I don't know if I will ever get used to hot water being easily gotten." She chuckled.