"Ye're quite welcome," she said to the boy and grinned as juice dribbled down his chin. She looked up as Frederic started to ask a question only to have his son run off and play with the other children. "If he had chosen to stay, then yes," she said in amusement. She stood again with a little difficulty, for she wasn't quite 100% after confinement. She took his arm again and talked while they walked. "I came here lookin' for my brother after Harold died," she said quietly. "I didn't know where else ta go." It was clear then that she was still hurting deeply, which was normal of course. She hardly ever talked about it, to be completely frank. She pulled away a little then and turned to look at him, "I... No, nevermind." She turned back to walking and then pointed to a cluster of homes, to a cheerful yellow house. "There it is." She could hear the sounds of one of her babies crying and blushed hard as her bodice soon grew wet with milk. She crossed her arms over herself all of a sudden and gave a panicked look to him, "I am needed. It... was lovely to meet you. I hope to see you soon!" And she disappeared into her house.