[ at that moment, Zara obviously hesitates. If this was Fiona, he would have teased her and shoved her off into a bush and told her to Just Do It(TM). But this isn't Fiona; this is Mary, who he has decidedly not known since she was still in diapers, and he can't help but feel somewhat guilty seeing that she's embarrassed about this. Maybe he was being too pushy. Even if he honestly is worried about her getting sick... there are times when even a servant has to respect a lady's delicacy. ]

Hmm... [ his thin brow wrinkles. ] ... I assure you that I'm only looking out for your wellbeing, but... I suppose it was rather inappropriate of me to suggest this, wasn't it? I'm sorry. I forget that you're...

[ ... not really his family, though she's said she thinks of him that way. But he doesn't continue; instead, he cuts himself off with a brief shake of his head, seeming somewhat awkward. ] Anyway, you need not take my suggestion. That was too forward of me. We'll find proper shelter, as we should.