That caused his eyebrows to draw together again with concern. He stared at her, trying to get a good look at her face in the dim lit corridor. "Ye mustn't say that, Mrs. Carpenter," he said quietly. "Ye've been hurt quite enough." Quite a lot more, he suspected, than she had openly related. "Emma's but a wee bairn. She wouldn't know the diff-," Oh. That was probably not the right thing to say. He put a hand on her arm. "Ye look tired, Mrs. Carpenter. Church and..." he gestured at the closed door, "must have exhausted ye. Go have some rest. Things might look better after some rest."