"Come, Pippa. You needn't be ashamed." Tristan said gently, reaching in his pocket to look for a handkerchief, but realizing he had just used it himself. He withdrew his hand. "I've seen plenty of tears in my career, and seen that there are far worse ways people deal with their feelings. And it's not uncommon for pregnant women to be more... emotional and sensitive."

Plus, she was alone in the world, pregnant out of wedlock, and there was some lunatic on the loose looking for her. Really, he couldn't blame her.