"I barely know him," she reiterated. "I've only met him thrice. My mother died when she gave birth to my brother and me, and papa fostered me out." Amelia gave a shrug at that. She said it in such a way that it was as if it was the most ordinary circumstance in the world. She wasn't telling it like it was some sob story, there was little emotion in there. "I am from Cornwall," she said, "A vicar's daughter." As if that mattered. She pushed her wet hair from her face and gave a little bit of a smile. "Look at us, both messes. I don't have much, but I can at least offer you something to eat for your troubles with helping me."