Emilee set her empty bowl Beside Fent's. "No, no, you go on. Otherwise you won't get there till the middle of the night," she said. She wasn't looking forward to his leaving and her father returning but she knew it had to happen at some point.
"It varies," Emilee said. She set the heavy iron pot outside to clean later. "If he's sober, it'll be any minute. If he int sober, who knows."
Emilee shook her head. "No, it's fine, e need to get going. You never know what you'll come across late at night, so you'd better hurry," she said, though she wished she could say otherwise.
Emilee smiled. "It was a pleasure," she said.
Emilee watched sadly as Fent left. She didn't really care–she couldn't care. After a moment, she finally went inside to wash dishes.
