She was tired looking, her face filled with concern as opposed to anger. "That man still wants to marry her knowing she suffers," she said quietly, idly picking at the food on her plate. "And there is something you should probably know... Pippa has been buying our food with her own money mostly, I think to repay you for taking her in and maybe didn't want you to feel badly. I saw it in the journal she had sitting open, I only meant to close it and did not read more than a paragraph and only because it caught my eye. I cleaned her room some while she slept and slept on her floor in case she needed anything. It wasn't very comfortable but it was a small price to pay for seeing that and for her taking care of you especially..." Then she looked up at him, her eyes soft with genuine sadness.

"Her fever did break this morning, perhaps the worst is over."