I knew what she saw. A tired Fey who had bags under her eyes, shoulders so tense that they were near her neck, the frantic eyes, and was currently fidgeting in place. It didn’t help that it was Samhain, but that only amplified what I was already feeling. Even with slowly giving others more work, Mum had started doing more of the day to day paper work, I was still planning and taking care of much of what I had previously. Most of them were things I couldn’t give to others. At least not till the war was over.