Edith had told herself to stop staring at the man lest she made him uncomfortable; instead, she had busied herself with piling the wood and getting the fire going to a true roar. She had even managed to feel warm enough to take off her shawl and loosen her corset ever so slightly so she didn't overheat.
"It's perfect. There's more than enough, Thomas, you are a clever man," she turned, beaming and pink cheeked.