Ronan laughed as the wee bit became lost beneath the sheets, "Where's me wee bit?" She taunted with affection. She herself went to drag a stool over to the wash tubs as well as a bucket that had a bunch of lye soap. Soon she was setting down to buisness scrubbing the clothes vigorously, particularly the rags women used for their monthlies, though she doubted under such circumstances she could get all the blood out.

Her voice remained soft and kind, "Oh where could she be?" It was encouragement really. Ronan had put her up a proverbial tree and now it was up to the girl to get down. "I still don' see her, maybe she's playin hide and go seek?" It also took the child's mind off a more serious matter, her mother's health, or at least Ronan hoped.