Nothing is, and I struggle to forgive myself this grammar, never productive. Neither, of course, is losing your temper and allowing someone else to use that to martyr themselves and ensure the particular narrative of things is read as they'd prefer and not as it ought to be.

( he tucks the bundle under his arm rather than set it down, considering her. )

You could hear it happening. Poor Sabine who doesn't understand the harshness of the world.

( there is a hint of contempt in that. )