Soracha stood dully with a still bundle in her arms. She brushed back her auburn hair away as she tried to brush something else away as well.

                            Her memories...

A floorboard creaked just then, and she hardly glanced up to see the soaked figure come in. "Jack, I'm sorry"... She spoke, voice wavering, though she tried to settle it. "I couldn't, they"...

"Both?" Jack asked, his own speech broke as he looked away.

"Yes.".

A fist slammed into the table, making her jump slightly. Then she heard the sobs. Ones she was far too familiar with... ones of anguish and pain.

Something that rarely ever came from Jack. Not since his mother died...

"Ye want him?" Soracha questioned, sounding almost hoarse . Though that was far from the case. She knew he'd refuse, but still asked all the same.

He shook his head.

"I'll , I'll lay em' with his mum then"...

A silent nod was the answer she got.

She quickly left and went back to her cottage to sit quietly. Head in her hands.

"You okay?" Sahara asked gently in concern.

                     "No, not really. I'm not"...

A/N:
LucyBoal How's this evil cup of tea? :)