Combeferre returns to the Darrow Inn a little calmer than he left, a little more prepared to face this strange and unsettling situation. Yes, he reminds himself, he has heard of people, even infants, appearing in Darrow without warning, and yes, he knows that the city’s residents sometimes develop memories of things that had not happened to them when they left their homes. People have discovered that they die - he has discovered that himself. By Darrow’s disturbing standards, nothing that has happened to them that morning has been unprecedented. Both he and Sybil are people who cope, and they have friends, and they will cope with this.
He nudges the hotel room door open and enters bearing grocery bags of formula, and water, and a cheap baby bottle and blanket - the only things he could find for the time being. “Let me take her,” he tells Sybil, who looks so very tired for a young and cheerful bride. He offers her a gentle, hopeful smile, a take one thing at a time and we will be all right smile. “If you can see to feeding her?"
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Date: 2015-09-25 08:13 pm (UTC)He nudges the hotel room door open and enters bearing grocery bags of formula, and water, and a cheap baby bottle and blanket - the only things he could find for the time being. “Let me take her,” he tells Sybil, who looks so very tired for a young and cheerful bride. He offers her a gentle, hopeful smile, a take one thing at a time and we will be all right smile. “If you can see to feeding her?"