24th Ashan, 718
"If I've forgotten how to teach," she said, slipping her arm around his waist as they walked towards the University building, "I will have to resign. Or employ a stand in. That might work." Since the birth of the children, Faith had developed a phenomenal lack of concern about public displays of affection. As she pointed out, it felt rather foolish worrying that people saw her with her arm around her husband when, sixty four trials before she'd given birth in the middle of the broad daylight and with quite the crowd. Of course, they'd been in a toppled over carriage, but still. Just in case, though, she glanced up at him to check that he was happy walking into work with his wife clinging to him.
Having gone in to meet the Dean on the 2nd, Kristoff Manyon had told her that she was not to come back to work until, well, this trial. She had one class to teach and then he'd told her she was to go home. Her next class after this one wasn't for three trials and he was insistent that she had a slow, measured return to work. Faith was incredibly grateful for that and she was determined to do the return well, not to let Dean Manyon down, but she found in incredibly difficult to leave the children. Most seriously, she considered, "If I'm like this now, Padraig, what am I going to be like when one of them leaves home, or gets married. Oh. Oh, no, well they can't do that. I shan't allow it." She shook her head and that was that, "there is no one good enough for either one of them and they will simply have to stay at home all their lives where I can see them." She gave a sudden grin as she recognised just how ridiculous she was being. A few trials ago she'd descended into as close to a panic as Faith ever got at the thought of them learning to walk. What, she had asked him entirely seriously, would she do when they no longer stayed where she put them?
With a glance to him, Faith smiled. "Thank you for coming in so early," she said. The Ashan dawn hadn't long since happened and they were nearly at the University building. "I don't need to be at my desk for a while. Can I come to your office? Sort of sneak up on the place, slowly?" As they made their way in, the place was more or less deserted, and they got to walk down the corridor together to nothing but the sound of their feet tapping against the floor. Just as they got to his door, they both heard at the same moment, the same sound. A low, muffled moan from in his office.
"Padraig?" Faith said, but need say no more as she saw his face. When he opened the door, Faith stayed behind him as much because she knew that he'd want her to as she felt she needed to, but it opened to reveal a wreck. His room was ruined, books scattered, equipment flung over the place and there, underneath a pile of books and a toppled over bookshelf, which had obviously been dropped on her after whoever did this had tied her up, was the very battered form of Esme Dashiell, barely conscious and groaning. She looked at him and her face was barely recognizable, it was so swollen and bruised, and she mumbled through blood caked lips. "It's good to see you get to work early, Professor. A little assistance?"
Having gone in to meet the Dean on the 2nd, Kristoff Manyon had told her that she was not to come back to work until, well, this trial. She had one class to teach and then he'd told her she was to go home. Her next class after this one wasn't for three trials and he was insistent that she had a slow, measured return to work. Faith was incredibly grateful for that and she was determined to do the return well, not to let Dean Manyon down, but she found in incredibly difficult to leave the children. Most seriously, she considered, "If I'm like this now, Padraig, what am I going to be like when one of them leaves home, or gets married. Oh. Oh, no, well they can't do that. I shan't allow it." She shook her head and that was that, "there is no one good enough for either one of them and they will simply have to stay at home all their lives where I can see them." She gave a sudden grin as she recognised just how ridiculous she was being. A few trials ago she'd descended into as close to a panic as Faith ever got at the thought of them learning to walk. What, she had asked him entirely seriously, would she do when they no longer stayed where she put them?
With a glance to him, Faith smiled. "Thank you for coming in so early," she said. The Ashan dawn hadn't long since happened and they were nearly at the University building. "I don't need to be at my desk for a while. Can I come to your office? Sort of sneak up on the place, slowly?" As they made their way in, the place was more or less deserted, and they got to walk down the corridor together to nothing but the sound of their feet tapping against the floor. Just as they got to his door, they both heard at the same moment, the same sound. A low, muffled moan from in his office.
"Padraig?" Faith said, but need say no more as she saw his face. When he opened the door, Faith stayed behind him as much because she knew that he'd want her to as she felt she needed to, but it opened to reveal a wreck. His room was ruined, books scattered, equipment flung over the place and there, underneath a pile of books and a toppled over bookshelf, which had obviously been dropped on her after whoever did this had tied her up, was the very battered form of Esme Dashiell, barely conscious and groaning. She looked at him and her face was barely recognizable, it was so swollen and bruised, and she mumbled through blood caked lips. "It's good to see you get to work early, Professor. A little assistance?"