“ Jewels can be replaced, cousin. Independence, once lost, cannot. ”
Whenever you are ready, or if you never are, my heart is yours, until Death do us part. Whatever that may mean when consorting with one of Death’s handmaidens.
~ R.l. Lafevers
It takes a surprising amount of courage to place one's hand into an unseen area when your mind is thinking about vermin.
As far as I can tell, it doesn't make any difference to adults how clever children are. They always stick together. Unless you are sick or dying or mortally wounded, they will always side with the other adult.
I have found it is surprisingly difficult to remain sad when a cat is doing its level best to sandpaper one's cheeks.
