Nettie looked concerned when he took a time to speak, and was glad to have a reason to change the conversation. Even outside on a beautiful day, she felt a heaviness and now she worried. He seemed down when she told him she didn't want him to die, was there more going on and he was trying to protect her? She wondered if she could bribe every doctor in town to tell her if her uncle had some incurable condition.

"Of course it is for you. No one else matters more to me." She said hoping it would lift his spirit a little. It wasn't much, a handkerchief with the poppies she had been showing off with his initials stitched carefully in the corner in a pure white which was bright against the common more beige fabric. She'd wished she had something nicer but he liked the humble things and she wanted him to feel free to use it.

Nettie stared at him and her smile shrank but didn't disappear. It had a calm and serenity to it, wanting to reach him and let him know she cared for him and wanted to be a support for him no matter the storm he had to weather.

"You could never ruin it. And it would make it all the better if it was useful to you. " She immediately hugged him, now worried something was befalling the man who was like a father to her. "If something happens to it, just tell me. I'll make you as many as you want."