[Now, of course, Constance remembers having found out back in Emilie's camp, but never having spoken of it much, then... but she also remembers knowing here, and that Anne knew of that, too. So instead of the slight awkwardness she might have responded with, still, back home... now, she only laughs lightly.]
I never thought the time would come we would all be grateful for his preference for comfort. [As she speaks, she prepares a spot for Anne to sit with the baby, placing blankets and pillows there so they'll both be warm.] I should find you both something to eat. [She hopes there might be something for the Dauphin, milk of some sort, maybe- since Anne isn't breast-feeding him herself, and there's no wet nurses around.]