There was something in the way Ruth carried herself and spoke that Edward recognized on some fundamental level. An empathy that came from experiencing something not entirely unlike what she was currently going through. He didn't know enough to put a name to it but he knew that a mind could do terrible things to a body. 

Even as she started to lose herself to the panic, she felt a pair of arms wrap around her making sure that she didn't accidentally drop Jacob in the process. She might not hear it but he raised his voice calling for help. She might not realize it but Eleanor and Betsy came running. 

Together the trio helped her get to her rooms and settled into her bed. Jacob was taken by Betsy, the boy was fussing something fierce over his mother's distress. Angus was fetched and told to go into town to get a doctor. Whatever she thought, whatever she might think she should do, one thing was clear by how the house reacted. This was her home, these people her family, maybe not by blood but the care and worry they all had for her was the sort that only came with a true and abiding care. 

Edward himself the most worried of them all. He refused to leave her side until she came back to herself. The man adamant that he stay to watch over both her and young Jacob. His concern so palpable that it might have raised questions if anyone had a thought to give to why he refused to leave.