Susanna sighed softly, releasing her soapy grip and allowing the dish to float to the bottom of the basin. "Thank you," she said, taking comfort in Robert's hold. "I just.. I don't know your world. Nor do I ever want to," she added quickly, shivering to the thought of war. "But every time you talk about it, I can see in your eyes that you are back there somehow. I just don't want to loose you for good this time. It's a silly thought, I know," she sad shaking her head.<br/><br/>Susanna smiled to his kiss, comforted by him greatly. She continued washing the dishes until the Sargent came in, pausing to listen to his words. At Aedan's cry, she turned toward the stove and put a small pan of milk to warm before address the Sargent. "I know you meant no harm," she said softly, turning to him at last. "It is hard to see how much this war has affected you all. It's easy for me to see that you have left the battle, but the battle will never leave you." She smiled sadly and patted his shoulder as she passed to collect the wailing child. "You are a good man, Sargent. Don't forget that. You and your men will always be welcomed in this home."<br/><br/>Susanna nodded to the men on their way to the barn as she entered her room and nestled the red faced child into her arms and brought him into the main room. "He'a going to have a lot of energy, this one," she said joyfully, gazing into his face. "You can tell by how healthy his lungs are." She chuckled and handed him to Robert. "Can you hold him dear? I need to fetch him some lunch."<br/><br/>Susanna returned in a moment with a saucer of warmed milk and a piece of bread as she reclaimed Aedan and began feeding him the milk-saturated meal. "Do you have kids, Sargent?" Susanna asked softly.