She takes a breath. Anger isn't going to help now, it's just going to make things worse. She puts the knife down, comes back to her chair, and takes his hands in hers. "If you'd hung him, then it wouldn't be justice, not proper. They'll do somethin' about it, for sure. Listen, you have to think about somethin' else, you been hurtin' over this for three days without eatin' or sleepin' or anything. Please drink that, and I'll finish supper."