Daff had folded her arms on the bed, lowering her head to rest there tilted to the side a little, lost in watching Elias for a moment while she agonized over his answer. Willow finally looked like she'd dozed off, but both of them knew not to jump too fast to put her down; she had to be out out before setting her down. Then hopefully she'd be down for a while. The nights were getting easier the older she got. She was good for a long stretch, a quick dream feed and then back down until the morning.

Hopefully it would stay that way, or she might start sleeping through. Elias made it sound easy, but Daff wasn't so sure. "I'm not worried about here," she chuckled. The admission was only half-joking. With their very capable nanny and Elias just in the workshop, she wasn't concerned about home. Her mother and sisters weren't all that far off either, home was all taken care of.

It was hard to articulate what was making her uneasy though, so she left it there, half a thought. It was also hard to admit she had an exit plan already formed if it didn't work out. That felt like a defeat before she even tried, but there was no harm in being prepared, right? She had put so much of herself into the shop from the get-go that she wasn't sure how to balance both. So far it had been one or the other, no crossover. Even in the early stages of her pregnancy the shop had been a little place to hideaway from the awkwardness at home. She didn't want to think about it like that, because it wasn't like that anymore, but that was her space and sometimes she needed that. It wasn't a reflection on anything but herself and she knew on some level that Elias understood that, but it still made her feel a little guilty