Nesah shook her head. At least he was rather observant still. Not entirely crazy then. "I'm sorry. I'll admit I'm hardly accustomed to much conversation anymore. Zech isn't exactly great company...." It wasn't shit-talk if it was true.

"No, he isn't." Uriel was not going to bitch about Zech and how he showed up at the school Uriel taught at, but it was not far from his mind. He would have offered his sister a place to stay, but she was more like Zech than she thought. He had his suspicions that if he offered, she would do it just to glean information and probably stress Kitty out in the process. Besides, he wouldn't want to invite anyone to stay if he hadn't talked to her first. "I am sorry," he murmured, not really sorry but still empathetic to his sister regardless.

"It's alright," she said. "He just likes being alone, I suppose." Or being with whoever he was using that riding crop and sheep gut on. She had come to understand by now that he despised the maid and that her initial suspicion was wrong. It did not make her dislike the girl any less.

She finished her tea and set her cup down. "Well, since you're busy, I shall not disturb you any longer. Can I call again soon?" Hopefully sometime when the tart was out again.

He stood up again and nodded. Uriel moved to get her coat off the peg, holding it up dutifully. He too hoped that Kitty wouldn't be home the next time any of his siblings visited. With it being so close to her time, he didn't want to put that kind of stress on her shoulders. It wasn't that he worried she couldn't take care of herself, she could. It was worry that the baby would come a little sooner because of the stress and he didn't want that.

Nesah followed and let him help her into her coat. Then she turned around and kissed his cheek. "Don't do anything rash and take good care of yourself. Eat enough. And I hope you'll talk to us before you write mother about all this," she said, for despite them being close in age, he was still her little brother.

He gave her a quick kiss on her cheek too, then moved to open the door to escort her out. He was glad for the reprieve he would get when she left. Ugh, and then she had to go and remind him that he hadn't told their mother yet. "I will think about everything, Nesah," he promised, mentally crossing his fingers behind his back about not writing to their mother about his fiance.

Nesah nodded, smiled at him and then turned to begin her walk back into town. She definitely had a lot to think about. And she would have to talk to Zech.

Why were her siblings such hopeless cases?