"Someone to rub my feet," she joked, and smiled when she saw how he was with the cake. "I am going ta try and be happy somehow. I don't know about being n love again, but I will settle for a time until I am healed enough to go again. Are ye happy, brother? That I am home?" She tilted her head softly and her hand fell to the swell of her bulky belly, rubbing at it because they were moving like mad at the moment after a few bites of cake and a drink of milk. "Ooh, they feel like fighting butterflies..."