She went inside. Like it or not, he was in doctor mode. She settled down on the winged chair and gave a tired yawn. "I... said I would take things easier and I will," she said to herself while he was working on the crib making her feel guilty for it. Not that he was trying to. It was just... the whole thing. He shouldn't have to take care of her. And that is what it was... the lightbulb went off and she sighed. God, she was such a ninny.

When he did walk in the door, she said, "I know why I am... was fighting ye so much, Pony. I... I feel guilty with ye takin' care of me. I don't want ye to feel like ye have ta. I won't fight ye anymore. I'm too tired to yell and scream. I just want peace now. Thank ye for bein' ye. Thank ye, brother. I feel like an ass for sounding like such a baby."