[Despite his insistence that she could rest and he’d take care of things, Frieda was on her feet and helping out like nothing was out of the ordinary.

It was a relief in some sense, but he remained worried that she might be over doing it.]

Are you sure you’re alright? I can take care of the rest, it’s more important that you get something to eat right now than I.

[He says like he hasn’t been trying to get her to sit and eat this whole time.]