Even in her sadness and her misery, or perhaps because of it, her beauty was accented and a part of his soul wanted to paint her just like that at that moment.  Though he, of course, would not suggest that.  He would do so later though once he was alone, as he had to get that image on either paper or canvas. 

"A time to think and enjoy the nature around us might be good for you."  He responded.  "You let me know when you would like to join me and I will get a picnic arranged for our nutrition and we will have a quiet day of painting."  He smiled warmly. 

His mind came back to the idea of annoying his cousin.  He could take the child as his ward, if it was a boy, that was.  Then he could legally choose him as his heir.  Though now there was a possibility that what he had was not inherited.   In that case, he might get married and have a proper heir.  His own life had hope and he looked at her.  Her life was a storm indeed.  He would have to consider things, and it would of course depend on the gender of the child and what the young woman chose to do.