He offered a sleepy chuckle, squirming a bit to sit up straight. He felt uncomfortable snuggling so close to her, resting on her shoulder, when he really only just met her. She looked so comfortable. He hated to disturb her, but he knew she would be hungry. She would likely also need help getting out to the outhouse before long.<br/><br/>She spoke just then, pulling him from his thoughts, and he smiled down at her, "No, of course not. You were the perfect lady... and largely entertaining, to boot. Don't fret. You were out of pain. Thats what matters. How are you feeling?"