[She breathes out a quiet, endeared laugh, following her lead. So glad that Constance feels as she does, because really, she couldn't have dreamed of anyone better to bond with as they have. It's all the more reason Anne dreads, too, in the back of her mind that having Constance close to her might also keep putting her at risk.
But... all the same, she's glad to have her. Anne'll focus the blankets and such on her son first.] I believe these will do well. ... Things must be so scarce.