Tobias's eyelids slowly moved down. His shoulders slumped. His upper body slowly moved forward.

She blinked a little as he seemed to doze off. Part of her wanted to leave him be, the other part decided to reach out as discreetly as possible and nudge him so he would wake up.

Tobias sat up startled, making a bit too much noise as he moved and causing the people in front of them to turn. He held up his hand. When they looked away again, he put his hand over his eyes and frowned. Now he was a bad church-goer as well. He dropped his hand and mouthed a 'sorry' at Iris.

The sermon finally ended, and was followed by some singing. Then when the service was over, people began to move and the spectacle started again. People approached their pew, congratulating Tobias, introducing themselves to Iris.

"Where are you from, Mrs. Carpenter?" asked one lady.

"Just outside of town," she answered, not wanting to go into detail about her past. Her eyes dropped to Emma, who had been blessedly silent during service thanks to being fed right before, and now seemed to be scrunching up her face and straining. Thank God for such a thing as that.

"If you will please excuse me, I must tend to Emma."

"There's a little room over there, if you need to feed," said Tobias, then he turned to the people who had gathered around them and greet them and explain that Alice was still ill.

She nodded, thankful for the opportunity to slip away, just in time for the little one to start crying. Her face went red then as milk stained the front of her gown all of a sudden. She slipped into the room.

The people continued speaking and slowly moved outside. By the time Iris was done, only the minister and the Morgans were outside. Tobias wasn't among them, though the carriage was still there.

She was glad for the fact that she had packed a basket of things to take care of the wee one, and among the things was a delicate, lace shawl which was now draped just so to hide the stain. She glanced around for Tobias but didn't see him and panic started to clutch at her throat. She looked around with wide eyes.

The minister shook the Morgans' hands. Then Mrs. Morgan turned to Iris. "It was nice to meet you, Mrs. Carpenter. We hope to see you next Sunday."

"Um... lovely to meet you," she squeaked out and looked down. Oh, where was he? She bit into her lip so hard that it tingled. She retreated a step as someone else came out of the church.