His teasing took the edginess out of her and she relaxed back against the arm of the sofa. "Delicate constitution?" she repeated, scrunching her nose in distaste. "It's just a chill, Harry. Still, you're right. You're the merchant prince and Ann's a bonny good pirate." She sighed. So what exactly was she? Aside from the unnecessary one. She twirled a lock of hair around her finger. "Looks as if I'm destined to be the princess in the tower then. No help for it, so yes, I'll take a bit."
Her eyes locked on Harry's for a moment and she didn't bother trying not to look worried. She wasn't sure she should push, but she wouldn't learn the rules if she didn't. "What are you thinking about? And don't say nothing, or it isn't any of my worry or such. It is, what with you looking like an ogre who ain't had breakfast and the maids hiding from you, and the housekeeper goin' all funny 'bout my goin' out without a chaperone as if I was some proper girl who hadn't a lick of sense." She didn't roll her eyes but she dearly wanted to. She had a feeling what Nell said was the root of the issue- Harry and Slater, but she could wait for Harry to explain himself.