"She's well," Ford said, because it was you said when people asked how your relatives were doing rather than because he knew it to be true. To be honest, the only reason he didn't spend more energy worrying about Verity was because he already spent so much of it worrying about Grace, or Clementine, or their finances generally. She'd had that episode in the house after her marriage, something akin to a panic attack, and Ford had never really felt that was fully resolved. He didn't want to pry and knew he couldn't force Verity to tell him anything, but whenever he had the spare attention he did worry about her.

He certainly had no intention of prodding her over whether or not she was going to have children soon, but Miss Potts' remarks did drive home that they'd reached the timeline where other people were going to start in on that soon enough. Ford didn't think there was anything he could do about that, except avoid contributing to it himself... hopefully she'd have a child soon and that would at least put the potential for vicious rumors to rest.

"I might," he said, the most noncommittal agreement he could muster. "But even so they wouldn't be old enough to make use of toy brooms for a good long while."

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