Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20181001230640/@comment-28358106-20181007034843

(Hound) Ferra looks momentarily surprised, then gives a sheepish smile and a little shrug to Layoka. "Maybe. Strength?  Not important.  Me?  Farm girl.  Always."

She reaches down and gently lifts the little girl into the other side of the tub. It's a large, claw-foot tub, so there is plenty of room for Imperia on one side and Layoka on the other. She smiles and nods to the spigot, then points to the open drain.

"Tap on. Keep on.  Drain open.  Shallow, yes.  But better.  Help wash."

She rises. "Make food. Back soon.  Take easy." With that she leaves the bathroom.

Within ten minutes she enters again, this time with a bowl of steaming, soft oat porridge in each large hand.

"Back! Hot.  Eat slow..." She scoots a small tub stand next to Imperia, and sets down her bowl within her arm's reach. She kneels next to Layoka, stirring her bowl. She scoops up a spoonful and blows on it, making it cooler. It's soft oat porridge, boiled with milk and cream, butter, cinnamon and sugar swirled in. It may not be to everyone's taste, but it's the fastest, tastiest, most filling thing she could make within a few minutes.

"Ahh, now. Slowly, yes.  Here..." She slowly spoons the meal towards the tiny Damphir, and the smell is warm and comforting.