There was some food, but only as much as she could carry at the moment. Her kitchen was as clean as a whistle and the old pots and pans hung in a tidy way that spoke of a woman who nested and was a bit too cleanly. It might help to see that she was a bit OCD and perhaps that was why she wanted to try and do things herself, perhaps because of that lack of control factor. She stirred and padded into the house to lie in bed, but saw her brother and sighed.

"We don't have to fight, ye know? I... Don't know how to explain myself to ye in a way that ye don't think I mean ye hurt but I will try. I don't." She paused and poured him a cup of tea, handed it to him the way he liked it, and then moved to the settle to seat herself. "When ye were... with pa... ye had no control over what happened... and that lack of control bothered ye. Sometimes ye do things to try and have something ye can control... Ye... feel in command when ye can get yer audience to buy yer potion, yes? I... am the same way, brother... I feel like I have no control, and it bothers me... and it isn't ye, it's... everything." She paused because she was shaking with the effort not to cry, she was tired of crying.

"Everything is all wrong and I am scared, Pony. I am tryin' ta find things I can control to make it hurt less, to make me have some sense of normal. I... have ta stay busy, always busy busy because it hurts so damn much sometimes I want to die." She swallowed heavily. "It's not alright... Nothing is alright right now and I don't know how to make it better other than what I am doing... taking on the jobs I do, tryin ta take care of meself the best I can... I don't know any other way to cope and I am sorry I made ye feel like I am not letting ye do anythin."