Luckily, she slept, only sighing as he had made her more comfortable. Her arm flopped off the settee and she hummed sleepily before her breathing went back to the deep and even breathing of the sleep. There was a knock on the door. It was one of the other girls from the tavern come to check on her. This woman was a bit plainer than Cerise, but she sure did have a large bust that took up most of her upper body mass. Assuming he came to the door, she would offer a crock of stew that had been made by Cerise and John. It was chicken stew. He would know her by now, of course, her name being Susan. Sue offered him the crock whenever he opened the door.

"Here," she said, "John asked me to bring this with me. I came by to check to make sure if she is alright. The poor lamb came to work and just had a miserable time of it, so John and I figured you'd have your hands full taking care of the poor lass. She has to know by now that she is carrying a child, right?" Cerise had never really confided in her much, but she still cared about her and wanted to coddle the poor dear, who was at least fifteen years her junior so she seemed to be motherly toward the girl.