Masina's shifted her weight, jutting her hip to the side and rested a hand there to tap her fingers along the curve thoughtfully.<br/><br/>After a moment of considering Quintus the way someone might look at an odd insect, she shrugged and said,<strong>"Swell with milk, so the little nursemaid can suckle what gets hungry."</strong><br/><br/>She hooked a thumb in the direction of the hold.<br/><br/><strong>"That one might not earn the right to eat, but we can't let her starve can we? The nursemaid can suckle her."</strong><br/><br/>She swept the cup up and regarded him impatiently.<strong>"Yes?"</strong><br/><br/>She shifted her weight and the opposite hip jutted out. The finger-tapping hand replaced by the one that held the cup while she stood waiting for comprehension.<br/><em><br/>Such a clumsy language they used. </em>Her expression showed her distaste. She hated explaining things, it was a tedious waste of time. Much less explaining things in another tongue.<br/><br/>A brow spiked in afterthought.<strong>"You want to swell too? Two nursemaids are better than one, heh?"</strong><br/><br/>