She continue to watch him until the maid was done fussing over her. He seemed to be off in his own little world. Ruth was quiet for the moment, unsure of what to say. The warmth was already seeping in through the robe, dispelling her chill easily enough. The baby started to move, kicking at her ribs in displeasure of that cold spell, causing her to gasp in a little bit of pain. She pressed her hand to her belly and rubbed, sighing softly. Her attention was drawn again to the curly haired man out of sheer curiosity. If the maid was still there and he hadn't responded to her gasp, she would ask the woman, "Who is that and what is he doing?"