She gave a shrug, "I don't like him starvin' like that." She sighed and looked away. "I am goin' to go feed Jacob and then tis off to lie down fer me. Goodnight." She smiled and, assuming the other woman said something about it, she would give a nod and be off to her room for the night.

About a week later...

A letter was brought to her as she was just about to finish up and go eat lunch. She pocketed the missive and then headed off to the kitchen. After a brief cuddle of her son and a happy gurgle from him, she put him back in his basket and then sat down heavily, for she had recognized the handwriting to be that of her "husband."

She opened the letter despite her better judgment, gave a heavy sigh and then started to read it. Anger soon clouded her face instead of glee that her husband was begging for her to come back to him. She curled her lip and muttered, "Not on yer life, Angus, ye son of a bitch." She curled her hand and crumpled the paper, preparing to chuck it at the hearth.