"I have to qualified to help my sister?" Caroline's eyes widen and anger surged through her. The first real emotion besides sorrow since she had lost their baby. She let it fuel her as she stood up glaring at him. "Would I have to be qualified to help Alfred, or Zelda, or God forbid - Charity?" The words sprang at him with coiled fury and disbelief. Not that the bloody man even looked at her - oh no, apparently doing minial tasks that were her own duties was much more important that his wife. She didn't even bother to guard the emotions on her face - he wasn't looking at her. And truthfully she was too raw and emotionally bloodied to be bothered. Every ounce of anger, disappoint, sorrow, and frustrated shown clearly on her face despite that she held herself with the posture of a queen.