She nodded, relieved about that bit of news. As for the apology, it only just registered in her tired mind and she looked at him. Pen rubbed a little at her eyes and said, "I hope that things get better for her now that she truly is safe. I don't think she wants anything from you as to compensation, best to talk to her about it when she is awake." She then reached over and touched his arm as she had the night before, "Tristan, you could not have known the truth of everything and regardless of how much you believed, you still tried to keep her safe. She sees through the ire you sometimes have toward her some days just as I would to know you aren't a bad person... You have burdens too."

She pulled her hand toward her and moved to stand, only doing so long enough to pour him some tea and top hers off with the last of what was in the teapot. "I decided that I admire her greatly for her bravery in the face of all of this, more so the fact she was willing to learn how to cook and clean after living a lady's life. You still gave her that chance regardless of your beliefs and I am guessing these things gave her peace where embroidery wouldn't. She seems to have purpose instead of sitting idly."