Sam stopped whittling at the wood and looked at Cerise, smiling as he spoke, "Well, good mornin beautiful. How are you feelin?" he put his knife back in the sheath on his hip and sat the wood down. "Sue stopped by with a pot of stew, should go great with your bread if you're hungry." He then crossed the room and sat down next to her, kissing the side of her head, "An don't worry about supper tonight. i got plans for that."