Ruth snorted at being called a lady. That was certainly one she didn't hear a lot. Her husband had often addressed her simply as "woman", and with some more derogatory terms when he was angry or drunk or more likely, both, and her father had done it for as long as she could remember. And she had always been told by teachers that with her filthy ways and rash actions she was hardly a girl at all. No, Ruth was not a lady. But Crane had always been overly polite and kind, despite all his other shortcomings.

She shook her head lightly and caressed her sons arm. "No, I managed to get some pies earlier today. We're grateful for a roof over our heads and a meal tomorrow." She turned her gaze back on him. He had seemed so embarrassed by her reaction to the scars. "Ye know yer gonna need more than some scars to scare me away, don't ye, Crane? Ye've nowt to be ashamed of." Well, not in that department anyway.