Francis sighed and shrugged. "Some people are cold and cruel." He could have told the guy why he'd get kicked out. But he was worried cutting the night short, and if he said it here, others would hear. He didn't want to leave Whitby yet.

Francis listened and nodded. He seemed in thought and leaned to Edmund to speak, wanting his full attention as it was important.

"You do it because you care. That doesn't mean you need to have no time to yourself. You love your sister and you can't guarantee anyone else will. Just need to do your best and care about her, but don't burn yourself out. She wouldn't want anyone else caring for her but her brother." He patted his shoulder. "But if you need help... go to st. Hilda's. It's a stupid church but the two priests are okay sometimes. I've gotten free food from them before."

Was he drinking too much to actually let the guy know about it. It could cut in to his free stuff. Maybe he was getting soft to the young guy and felt for him trying to look out for his sister.