[Jasper had been so frazzled that he’d barely been able to keep track of the time Hendrik had been gone...]
I... believe it is fine, Hendrik. You ought to dry off a bit before you catch your death.
[...he’ll look through everything later, he’s pretty sure she’s hungry by now. He reaches for the bottle of milk, then... furrows his brow at Hendrik’s statement...]
...I would imagine she will stop eating when she is satisfied. That seems how these sorts of things go.
[he sounds a little uncertain, though... but okay. Hm. Let him... adjust her a bit, go for the bottle again, and sort of tilt it uncertainty so she can drink... it’s probably more awkward than a breast, but she seems to figure it out pretty quickly and quiets down from her fussing now that she has Food.]
How much do I owe you, in any case?
[He doesn’t look up to Hendrik, because he’s kind of focused on making sure he doesn’t, you know, spill anything. ...ah. He hasn’t... really spent that much time looking at her specifically, has he? Goddess, she’s so small... now that she isn’t swaddled, he sees her tiny fists balled up as she eats and...
...
Aw fuck there he goes. He shouldn’t get attached, he should probably find her a better home than this, it’s not like he doesn’t have connections, some childless noble family will probably welcome her... but does he trust them, is the thing.
...
Is that better than here? Better the devil you know and so on... ugh, damn it, why did this have to be happening...]
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[Jasper had been so frazzled that he’d barely been able to keep track of the time Hendrik had been gone...]
I... believe it is fine, Hendrik. You ought to dry off a bit before you catch your death.
[...he’ll look through everything later, he’s pretty sure she’s hungry by now. He reaches for the bottle of milk, then... furrows his brow at Hendrik’s statement...]
...I would imagine she will stop eating when she is satisfied. That seems how these sorts of things go.
[he sounds a little uncertain, though... but okay. Hm. Let him... adjust her a bit, go for the bottle again, and sort of tilt it uncertainty so she can drink... it’s probably more awkward than a breast, but she seems to figure it out pretty quickly and quiets down from her fussing now that she has Food.]
How much do I owe you, in any case?
[He doesn’t look up to Hendrik, because he’s kind of focused on making sure he doesn’t, you know, spill anything. ...ah. He hasn’t... really spent that much time looking at her specifically, has he? Goddess, she’s so small... now that she isn’t swaddled, he sees her tiny fists balled up as she eats and...
...
Aw fuck there he goes. He shouldn’t get attached, he should probably find her a better home than this, it’s not like he doesn’t have connections, some childless noble family will probably welcome her... but does he trust them, is the thing.
...
Is that better than here? Better the devil you know and so on... ugh, damn it, why did this have to be happening...]