She gave a slight smile to the woman who helped her so very much. "I am well," she said, "and so is the wee one. I thought I would get him settled in early and I could get ta work." She wanted very much to try and ignore her torment, perhaps even to polish the floor of the attic with her tears. Of course, that notion was absurd... but even still. Ruth looked to the woman and murmured, "If it's alright, I'll be takin' supper ta Mr. Blackwood again tonight." He called me his friend, she thought.