"Don't be silly, Arthur, I have no problem what so ever fixing you something to eat, or perhaps brewing some tea." She smiled after him as he left to change and waited until she heard the door close to talk to Remy.
She let her shoulders droop and rubbed at her creased forehead. "Yeah, I heard...but...shite, I don't know, maybe if we suggest that he at least spend the night or something, he'll like it enough to stay." Elisabeth dropped her hand and looked up at Remy, desperate. She reached for his hand and looked to the room Arthur had ducked into, waiting and anxious. First sound of the boy, she would politely let go of Remy's hand only because she didn't want to make Arthur feel uneasy around them. It was going to take enough to try and convince him to live with them. "I'm sorry," she whispered to her companion.