"Where is there to go?" She sighs and leans against him. "Nay, I'll -- I'll find a way, I will. Just a moment longer, and then I - then I can go back. Say sorry for worrying thee, I do, truly."

She breathes, in and out. "'Bert and Alain are planning something, I wot." Soft and weary. "They think they're being so canny about it, but they're not near as trig as they think they are. Mayhap it'll help."