Cerise was too tired to leave the house, her eyes heavy quite a lot as of late as her pregnancy progressed. But there was packing to be done while he worked, her friend from the tavern coming by to help her for a time. She was trying very hard in order to keep her spirits up, but it felt rough.

She decided that she would sell back the clothes at cost to her if she had to, though she would simply have to try and work off the ones she wore. Perhaps the dressmaker would let her do some work in order to make up for the gowns she had wasted her time on.

She was still sort of angry at him, but she was able to get passed it enough to have forgiven him enough to stay with him, though that did not mean she liked that she was now wrapping trinkets up and placing them in crates. She had made a home, short lived as it was.