"They only break your heart," she said quietly and with a world of hurt. "Tis a warm day, I... think I shall go to the garden with the bairn and spend some time thinkin'. If that is alright, I mean... I... don't want ta be in the house right now when it's lovely outside and it's me day of rest, ye know?" She was trying to delay the inevitable crying for when she was alone. She lifted the boy up into her arms and looked at the ceiling to gird herself. She didn't wait for an answer, she just... took off and didn't stop until she was well outside and able to put her free hand over her mouth and let her rip with the tears. Damn Angus McLeod and his silver tongue and wenching ways! Damn him to hell!