"Okay," Ronan said, nodding. He was actually much more impressed than he let on at how much she worked, but once again, didn't want to risk insulting her by pointing it out. The fact that he couldn't relate to such a need personally—when he died, his father had left the family with enough riches to last Ronan's entire life if need be—didn't necessarily mean he didn't appreciate such things. His feelings towards determination such as hers were a mixed-up amalgam of awe, admiration, and interest. But not pity. He was closer to feeling jealousy over her situation than that. "So you'll be there tomorrow... er, Sunday?"

"Thanks," he added, his expression darkening slightly. "I'll do my best."