Susanna laughed, glad so see her guest was in such high spirits after everything he saw. Perhaps he needed to be this way to live above the crushing memories he held. She sighed and shook, her head, holding her hands up softly in defense. "No, no, go head and eat. You deserve it. I have heard that the soldiers are not feed well. Take as much as you like, stay as long as you need to. It will be good to cook for more than just one again," she said sadly, turning to look out the window over the skin. She had never learned how to portion her meals properly without Timothy around. Even after all these months.<br/><br/>She shook her head and smiled, turning back to the guzzling man. "And please, call me Susan. I ain't old enough yet to have people referring to me as mam yet," she complained, pretending to be upset. With a laugh, Susanna returned to the table and refilled his coffee, marveling at how quickly the food was disappearing. "And do not worry about doing anything more me. Just rest up and care for yourself now, you hear? I don't need you straining yourself before you are ready, Robert."