Elijah shook his head. "Of course I'm concerned. If someone struck you, I'd like to know about it. You know you don't deserve that." He rose a brow but smiled weakly. "I am usually nice to you too, aren't I, Ruth? At least I thought I am, but I'm far from a perfect person."

He gently lifted her son and let Sam rest his head on his shoulder as he made quiet shh sounds to lull the boy to sleep. "Of course.." He lowered his voice as the boy was so close he didn't want to disturb him with his voice. "It's right this way.." he walked down the hallway to his room. "Sorry I've been sleeping in it. I can give you clean sheets in the morning." It wasn't like he'd done anything in the bed, but it seemed proper to give her a clean bed to rest in while she was there.