Constance nodded her head. If one took the carriage to travel, the port wasn't too far, and the pay was decent. "That's good news. I hope they are good to you," she stretched her hand towards Calhoun, and he leaned forward. She placed her hand on the side of his face. "Your troubles will soon disappear, Cal. One day there will be nothing to worry about, and you will be saved."
Calhoun smiled, "From what do I need saving?"
His mother offered him a warm smile, "I can see the emptiness in your eyes. I worry about you, Cal." She knew the fights that Calhoun got himself into, and she had often tried to appease him, asking him to let it go.
"You worry for nothing," responded Calhoun, holding her hand and helping her sit up on the bed again as she found it hard. "Time for your meal, mother." She ate the food that Calhoun had prepared before getting back into bed and fell asleep.
