[This was as much a headache as an actual relationship in its way. She reached up and gripped her forehead before sighing and then turning. Walking back, she grabbed the wheelbarrow handles and nodded.]

I can deal with that. I'll spare you the town crier routine. I'd rather not strain my voice over the likes of you. [Besides her voice was a bit tired already.]

Well, come on fin-rot. We're not going to get this whole nonsense over with just standing here like lumps.