More than anything

Greta rises to her feet, the movements stiff as her muscles protest the sudden change. That's what comes of sitting on a hard porch for however long. Biffy's a sturdy bit of support, though. At least she won't end up collapsing back to the ground on his watch.

She shakes her head at the offer of a room, just managing a wry, rueful smile. "I'd have to go home to fetch Sadie, anyway. Can't be leaving her alone for that long." The only reason the dog isn't with her now is because Sadie knows the Poldarks, and Greta didn't think she could bear the sight of the dog wandering the property in search of them. "But tea sounds perfect."