"I plan on it. I have to face my father and mother at some point. But... Not until I know it is safe. I have so much I need to do before then. If I am being honest, I do feel more tired lately." Lucky for Pearl and Joe, there would be no twins or triplets, but she did not know that she had inherited what her birth mother had. She was not saying anything but sweat was starting to roll diwn her face and she did look shaky. It was a good thing they were nearing home, she was starting to feel rather sickly.

"Perhaps I should talk to a physician," she murmured, her words actually sounding slughtly slurred. She paused and plucked an apple from the basket, and then a second, offering her friend one so she wouldn't feel rude. "I should sit down for now if that is alright. Ma is probably busy loving on Jacob. He is visiting us until Ruth gets to feeling better."

She leaned against the side of the nearest building and, assuming the apple was taken or rejected, she would produce a small wheel of cheese. She was mostly alright it seemed, for she took an unladylike bite of her apple after a quick rub on her skirt.