Frederic soon ushered her back towards her bedroom and tucked her into bed if she let him. All the time he was murmuring words of concern and comfort, and he even fluffed her pillows before drawing her blankets over her. "Might I use your kitchen?" He meant to make her soup. "I'll replace every bit of food I use," he reassured and leaned down to kiss her forehead. "And if your babies cry for you, I'll bring them to you so you don't have to get up."