It was quiet as they walked, she knew her uncle liked his silence and normally she'd fill the emptiness with chatter, but today her words dried up in her throat. She didn't even mention meeting a nice man in town. Maybe he'd worry if he thought she liked someone. It seemed selfish to mention anything good in her life when he seemed struggling. Did he still like Whitby?

Her face slowly rose to glance in his direction when he said he wanted to take her and she smiled though it was only slight and she nudged him back. "Alright, but if you aren't better, I will give you such an earful for not taking it easy or seeing a doctor."

Immediately that smile and moment was gone when he spoke again. She blinked while taking a second to think on what he was saying and shook her head. "You... can't talk like that. You're young and in the prime of your life. I won't have you thinking about leaving me just yet, alright? " She loved her uncle and wanted him to live a long life fulfilled in whatever would make him happy. She had traveled all this way to help make it so.

She looked forward again as they walked. "It went well. We tried some techniques the others knew, I showed them how I made poppies. They really seemed to like that." Her fingers reached into her coat pocket as she presented him with a handkerchief. "I made you one. I should have given it to you inside while you were coughing, but I didn't think about it quickly enough since I wondered if it were better to give you another and leave it a surprise. I am sorry..."