[She can tell she's upset him, and that just sort of... makes her feel worse. She shouldn't be dumping her problems on a relative stranger.]

I know, I know, I just... I can't help but think of how many other mistakes I might make, and I don't have Aristeo to help or really anyone who has any particular reason to invest in the baby's survival, and what if I let it die in its sleep...

[She had meant to circumvent the worry, but here she is noticing that all of her worries have started to spill out in a gush of flustered stammering. She stops speaking suddenly, and pulls a fan from a hidden pocket in her dress to fan herself.]

I'm sorry, you really don't have to worry about this...