She tilted her head as she listened to him speak. Karen moved to sit down again, back in the chair she'd abandoned. She was going to get off of her feet while she could. The twins still slept peacefully in their bassinets as Lorn spoke of his employees and himself. "I don't like cutting corners, but ye may notice that by the dried lavender I like ta use in me laundry. Me brother on the other hand..." She stopped there because she didn't want to speak ill of Pony, even though she was still mad at him for trying to control her life. She hadn't seen him in over a month and she wondered if he left town like he had when they had been elsewhere before Harold came and went.

"Lorn," she said with a soft voice... "I insist ye call me Karen no matter what." She liked his voice, his accent especially. Hearing him call her Karen would make her heart feel a little better, she thought without meaning to. His company made her feel less alone right then and she was glad that he had become her friend. Of course, she would try not to make the same mistake as before, letting herself start to feel things she ought not to... But he reminded her of a light version of her dark cowboy, and it wouldn't be easy.

"I... I am glad ye liked yer supper, Lorn," and then she suddenly turned around to dry the dishes with an embroidered towel. Her teeth bit into her lower lip and she was quiet for a moment before turning around and putting her hand on her forehead. "I... ought not to have invited ye in for it... I am sorry, it wasn't proper of me." She looked into his eyes from where she stood and sighed, "Because I really like ye and... I don't know. When ye came to me door, I let ye in because I wanted the company."