She made no complaints about cleaning and actually hummed a ditty or two while she scrubbed, taking small breaks every now and then to see to Jacob's needs like feeding and changing him. The work didn't bother her at all. She did as thorough a job on her end as she could given the circumstances. "Do ye like werkin' here, Betsy?" she asked as she tucked the cloth under her knees better and moved to scrub some more. "They seem real kind like here."