She sat up, startled, and Jacob perked up at the familiar sound of the man's voice. "Aye," she said with a blush. "Fergive me, sir, I will get out of yer way," she went on to say, lifting her child into her arms. The boy flailed his arms and then stuffed a meaty fist into his toothless mouth, gumming on his knuckles, his dark eyes wide and inquisitive as they peered at Edward.