Oh, the dear constable had heard things. Malachi had to resist the urge to scoff at that, maintaining his unaffected expression only by the grace of God. This man did not care about helping the public. All he wanted was an excuse to feel powerful, and scaring children and threatening young mothers and priests was likely just his latest outlet.

Ruth's quick counter did break a laugh from him, but it was short-lived, covered by a clearing of his throat.

"Of course, constable. Peace be with you. I'll- oh," his focus strayed to the boy and the cart. Whatever, the girl had already dismissed the constable well enough on her own, and it would only serve their lie well if he did not immediately split off from her and the children. Not until the constable was out of sight, at least.

Malachi fell into step beside the boy, "you've been pushing this for a while, do you want me to get it?"