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It was not at all how she had foreseen spending most of her month, mother-henning a mentally child-like Erik Lehnsherr. The language barrier made it difficult but, as seemed to be the pattern with them, he had seemed to trust her readily, and she couldn't bring herself to leave him in other people's hands. Still, after weeks of it, she had to wonder when it might be done, when he would come back to himself.

Not that night, it seemed.

"All right, sugar," she said, sitting on the edge of the bed she had never intended on being so familiar with, "you need me tomorrow, you come lookin', all right?"