Daff did not move too quickly these days, but the determination in her waddle was unmistakable. He had absolutely no right. None whatsoever, to do this to her. None. He could wallow in his self pity without hers.

By the time she had made it to the house, her temper was hot and raging. It was good, she had thought she might lose the will on the way over, but she was not going to let him have this. Daff let herself in through the gate and right into Noble's workshop without even the courtesy of a knock.

"How dare you." She ground out, slamming the door behind her. Hands on her widened hips, features set in an uncharacteristic frown she glared at him, demanding an explanation.