She nodded silently before watching him take off to go get a chair for her to sit in. When he moved away from the chair, she sank onto the seat and looked down at her hands, which were wringing at the fabric of her slightly too tight smock, her apron no longer hiding the swell of her belly, as slight as it was still. She couldn't look up at him when the inevitable question came up. "No... I think he and his partner are at sea. I haven't talked to either of them in over a month..." her voice did not waver, but it was so soft and resigned.

It was clear that she'd given great thought to things since that had happened, for the sound of her voice was quite indicative of defeat, "I went to see him to tell him of the babe... Nothing more. I had to leave because Lord Gordon's man got into fisticuffs with him when I was in there longer than I intended... trying to reason." Then she finally looked up and there was just an immense look of exhaustion etched within those dark eyes of hers.

"I never explained to you that he tried to pass me off to his partner before the fight happened. I'd only ever seen that man one time and... I... I couldn't, even if it could have solved my problem. I should have just... kept to myself as you asked me to. I should have never..." her voice faded away and she looked down, but to her credit, there were no tears. She was taking accountability for herself and her actions.