"I'm sorry to say it, but you do not look alright," Elspeth said, still making her way up the creaking staircase. Mr. Cullen looked unsteady on his feet, though she guessed hunger to be the root of his difficulty. "Would you come and sit down for a moment? I do not think anyone would mind if you did." The nearest bedroom to the mirror had been used as a retiring area for the ladies. It held two beds and a rocking chair, any of which Mr. Cullen suited in his small stature. Now at the top of the stairs, she gestured into the open doorway.