"Aye, it can -," she stopped for she noticed that she was suddenly a little out of breath and there were tears prickling in her eyes. Angrily, she fought them back. She wasn't going to sit and cry here in Elijah's kitchen and give him an advantage over her, but his empathy did more to unsettle her than any insult would have done. "Ye can use the milk there," she said quietly. She nodded at the bottle on the table. "I didn't put everythin' in. Milk and sugar please, if its no trouble..." Damn it.