Pony had been out getting her breakfast. He came back looking rather concerned. "I don't like you leaving without at least telling me where you're going. I was worried. I got you some oatmeal with honey and tea for breakfast. It's normal so I hope you eat it." He shook his head about weird pregnant women's appetites. The mention of a house and work had him looking uncertain.

"Well, I know you're right. We can't be leaving with you getting closer to having the baby but ... how long are you thinking? " He didn't like staying at a place too long, if she got to comfortable and there was no man to help her forget her husband, he'd be there with her for maybe a year or more. The idea truly bothered him, but he wouldn't say as such to her, not right then at least. "I don't mind you doing the books. Do you need me to deliver your stuff when you're done?"