( Jill can find no fault in Bryon's desire to make sure that Clive is recovered enough to where he can trust that he isn't about to fall face first on the ground the moment he tries to take a step unaided. The man lost his family, found it again, and lost one more member. That Clive lives is nothing short of a miracle, and she and Bryon are united in making sure he takes care of himself. Jill thanks him for his generosity and says that yes, they'll do their best to make it to dinner, and once the sound of his footsteps fades away into the distance, lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

Which means she can level a look at the man she loves, though she doesn't let go of his hand. )

You would do the same if it were any of us in your position. ( Jill points out knowingly, shaking her head in wry amusement. ) The bedrest is only for now, Clive. But the sooner you take your physicker's advice the sooner you won't be confined to it.

( She simply stating the truth. The bed is, thankfully for the both of them, large enough that she can lie down next to him with ease. Thankfully the Lord Bryon was clever enough that neither of them needed to ever mention the status of their... relationship in order to have accommodations made for them, he just understood at a certain point. )

We'll find some manner of keeping you occupied.