"I've made a lot of clothing for them, though I am sure there is never enough when there are two involved." She sighed and ate more soup. It was good soup, she thought with a warm feeling. Pony was trying... really he was. Ever since their time in the prior town, things had been rough for both of them and he didn't always understand her, but he was there for her and that was what mattered the most. Now here he was, making soup for her when she had just had her children, being a rock and supportive. "Thank ye," she said softly, "I don't do it enough."