Ruth let him take the boy and followed him in with Lucy still on her hip. "What? Oh, that, no. But if ye have ice or some cold cloth, that'd be grand." She appreciated the concern though. Her father had jeered when he had seen the bruise. She sat down, putting Lucy in her lap. She gratefully took the blanket and pulled it high enough to cover Lucy properly. Then she began to tuck in Sam. He had gotten cold in the cool night's air and he didn't have shoes and had lost his cap. She looked up at Elijah sideways. "Ye said we could stay a couple of nights?"