What did she mean, keep him away from her? Or rather her away from him? Padraig frowned as he'd tried to hand the new mother her freshly scrubbed baby, and paused with the child halfway between them, cradled in his hands. Was she rejecting her baby, or something else? The question was unspoken, but written all over Padraig's face when he glanced up at Faith.
He didn't argue though, no point when dealing with someone who was feeling irrational, so he simply drew his hands back and cradled the baby against his chest. The new boy was still crying, wriggling and during an effort to comfort him, the baby curled tiny fingers round one of Padraig's own, and drew it to his mouth. Wanting to feed already, it seemed.
He'd have to rely on Faith or someone else, however, to convince the baby's mother to accept him. So the suggestion that they return to the Order couldn't have been more welcome. "I believe I can carry her," he said, standing carefully and handing the baby to Faith. If she'd allow it then, he'd gently scoop the lady Venora up in his arms and carry her back to the Order. She wasn't a large woman, after all, and the Order was just a short distance away.
He didn't argue though, no point when dealing with someone who was feeling irrational, so he simply drew his hands back and cradled the baby against his chest. The new boy was still crying, wriggling and during an effort to comfort him, the baby curled tiny fingers round one of Padraig's own, and drew it to his mouth. Wanting to feed already, it seemed.
He'd have to rely on Faith or someone else, however, to convince the baby's mother to accept him. So the suggestion that they return to the Order couldn't have been more welcome. "I believe I can carry her," he said, standing carefully and handing the baby to Faith. If she'd allow it then, he'd gently scoop the lady Venora up in his arms and carry her back to the Order. She wasn't a large woman, after all, and the Order was just a short distance away.