He to her.
"Ahh, dear child. You'll not be nursing. The barrel is here to make sure at least some of the milk is not wasted. I assure you it will be needed." Even as she speaks, he hands are busy sifting apart the dress that you now realize was making much more of an effort to contain her than you thought. Her chest somehow manages to look even grander as the confining garment loosens up, and as she pulls one heaving breast from its place you understand what she meant.
"Ahh, dear child. You'll not be nursing. The barrel is here to make sure at least some of the milk is not wasted. I assure you it will be needed." Even as she speaks, he hands are busy sifting apart the dress that you now realize was making much more of an effort to contain her than you thought. Her chest somehow manages to look even grander as the confining garment loosens up, and as she pulls one heaving breast from its place you understand what she meant.