He didn't need to finish the sentence. There was an uneasy feeling somewhere just below her stomach. Then it left. "Aye, but mother used to say we us folk are like the heather plant. We ain't much to look at most of t' year, but we're tough enough to make it through the worst." They crossed the bridge and followed the harbour. "Anyway, I think ye ought to worry about yourself more. They said you worked yourself sick."