She took his hand and led him to the kitchen. She waited for him to sit before she served him his supper with some cider. She sat down and started to serve herself when she asked, "Tell me about the job, my love. What are you doing?" She was truly happy that they were going to be alright. She didn't know just what he was getting himself into. It didn't matter, in a way, because it would be alright in the end. "I am so happy we're alright."