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At Micah’s reassurance that no one was bothering him, Rory relaxed slightly. ”Well, if’n anybody does, ye can tell me an’ I’ll set them straight, aye? ‘Twould be a real shame fer a nice lad such yerself ta be ruined by the harsh words o’ someone careless o’ mean.” It seemed like Micah had some trust issues. Well, Rory would help him however he could.

He watched as Micah spoke of his problems. ”I’m no’ a doctor, bu’ I’d be willin’ ta ‘elp ye, if ye want?” He tried to think of how he could help the dark colored boy. He couldn’t think of anything. ”Though ye’d hafta ‘elp me ‘elp yerself. I donae know ye very well an’ so donae know what ye would need, lad.”

At not being good with kids, he nodded. ”I didnae think I was good with kids before me niece. Her mum, me sister, died when she ‘twas but a few days old. So I’ve been raisin’ ‘er for a wee bit over a month now. So ye jus’ need ta git used ta them. But I’ll nae force ye. But ye should meet ‘er sometime.” He would try and help the poor lad live as normal a life as possible.


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