Delaney had already gotten out of her dress and was in bed with her hair in a long braid when her husband came back upstairs. It was only a while after breakfast but she was tired and wanted to try to get more sleep.
Vincent looked hurt when he came in and closed the door behind him. Delaney immediately sat up and studied him. She knew his leg was bothering him but it didn't seem worse than it had been earlier that morning. He didn't look like anything physical was hurting him at all. At least no more than normal.
"What's wrong my love?" she asked him as he walked towards the bed, favoring his bad leg.
"Oh, it's nothing," he sighed, as he kicked off his boots, "Just um... just thinking about what could happen if Daniel doesn't take this well."
Delaney nodded, "I know... It worries me. I don't want anything to happen to you."
