Work had done quite a number on the woman and forced her to take it easy from time to time as her lungs often couldn't cope. She even lost a finger at one point, used that as an excuse to get Alina to start counting to ten, as she was only able to go to 9 on her own hands.

Cough. Cough. Hack. Spit. A hint of dark red muddled with the brown earth. "Oy, fine lass, fine me wee bit." She said as she finally straightened up. "Now come help me get these clothes in we'll do the small bits first, they'll dry faster and then we can do the bed linens."

She waited for Alina to return to her side and began tossing small articles into the water tubs, and the sheets over Alina. One sheet, two sheet, three sheet four. She looked around, "Well where'd ye go lass?" A hint of mischief and amusement in her voice. "Wee bit? Where ye go wee bit?" She called out in good humor.