She was quiet while she tried the fish, not sure how to say what needed to be said. How could she at least help them understand why it happened? She chewed thoughtfully, then swallowed. The fish was delightful. She then picked at a chip, holding it aloft with the fork and looking at it as if to study. For a moment, the cook in her, the one who delighted in creating things in the kitchen, seemed to analyze the things. Finally, she tried the chip. It was so delicious.

She would learn to make this as a meal one day, she resolved.

"I am not sure how to put this in a way that doesn't cause tension, so please forgive me for my bluntness... But from his perspective, he was trying to do what he thought was right at the time." She leveled her gaze upon Bill and tilted her head, brow puckering as she seemed to remember the terrible things that had happened to lead up to the moment they left for Scotland. "From my perspective, he was heroic. He was being selfless, putting everything at risk on my behalf... his reputation, his honor, everything. He lost his job because of me. He had to have learned to love by good people. You might all yell at each other, but I've never seen love so fiercely demonstrated until I met your son, so you must have done something right. Someone who is willing to make a scandal to rescue a fair maiden from the dragons, that is one of the most honorable things I have ever seen no matter how rash it was. I owe him my life, Da." And she had such raw and honest emotion in her voice. In truth, Pearl was so very grateful to be away from Carrington house that they simply just didn't know.

She finished off with, "It's just as much my fault this happened, if not more."