Tinker frowned. "Why are you crying? It's just a job. You apply to a thousand and one of them and hope to get one, and when you do, you do your best. Certainly nothing to cry over."
"Hush, no need to be so harsh," Vlad said, handing Alexander a handkercheif. "The poor little thing simply needs a bit of encouragement."
"That's what I'm giving him," Tinker pointed out as she stood, picking up her dishes.