The young man thought he'd just leave? Oh no - Laurel was about to open her mouth to object when Daffodil stepped in. Laurel looked back down at her daughter's face and smoothed her hair away from her forehead again. She wanted to lay a million kisses on that pale forehead and press her child into her bosom. But those days were gone and would likely only be greeted with an exasperated 'mum'. Instead she listened, a frown crossing her features. "Oh Daff." She sighed. "Why didn't you say something?" She would have helped her darling daughter in any of a million ways rather than letting her hoist the full extent of the work she had done. Truly, while Daff was indispensable, there was no way Laurel would let the come between her daughter and her daughter's health.