"Nay, ye didn't wake me," she said. She swallowed and averted her gaze, "I didn't mean ta faint... t'isn't me. I don't... do that." She gave a humorless laugh/snort. "I need ta ask ye somethin'," she murmured, her eyes now firmly rooted on her hands which folded into her lap. "Should I go? Should I take me boy somewhere else, to a place where I can start o'er?" She looked up then, her eyes guarded as they peered at him. There was a deep pain written in her eyes no matter what she did to try and stop it.