"Aye..." she said slowly. "I suppose it could be sum't else. I want to talk to 'im, only... 'e scares me. The brooding does. I'm afraid if I but speak..." She remembered all too well the silence, the hard eyes, the tension no one acknowledged but all of them felt. No one wanted to be the one to say the wrong thing or even have the wrong expression. She remembered being terrified she'd drop something during those silences. In the end, Simon would draw him out. "... I'm afraid 'e'll fly into a rage."