Monica smiled brightly at the men in her kitchen, as she kneaded the dough before her. "Well, I'm surprised to see you all here again." She coughed. "Especially so soon."
Grunewald smiled back at her,
Ulrich and Morell standing behind him. "Well, you know, we were just
wondering if you knew where Nathan is?"
"Out doing his duties, no
doubt," she said quietly. Her eyes focused on the dough before her, as
if the task took every ounce of concentration she possessed.
"If that were the case, we would know where he is," snapped Ulrich.
"Nonsense," said Monica. "It's a large city, after all. And this isn't the first time you've been confused on the matter."
stepped towards her. "You know, Monica, how the responsibilities of
our order stand. We must all look out for each other, for our own good,
and the good of our guild. Indeed, the good of Talossa."
Monica bit her lip. "I keep hearing the word good a great deal of late. Somehow... somehow it doesn't reassure me very much."
coughed. "We just want to help Nathan. That's all. We worry about
him. Think that he might have lost track of what's important. And we
might need your help to remind him."
"Well, I'll be sure to tell him the next time I see him," replied Monica, a harshness in her tone that belied her words.
Ulrich looked around the kitchen. "How are the children?"
Monica froze for a moment, and then went back to her work. "They are fine. And they will remain fine."
Grunewald smiled. "Of course they will, Monica. Of course they will. That's what we all hope."
"Of course," said Monica acidly. "You are making it so clear."