In the privacy of the vault, Fleur reached out to Bill and rested her head against his chest. It was comforting to hear his heart beating, and she had a sudden horrible thought of how hard life would be if it ever stopped. "I do not want to go wizzout you."
Fleur did want to go home, all the way home to France, but she was either too brave or too stupid to leave. She clung to Bill for a moment before she leaned back, looking up into his scarred, handsome face, "I am scared zat eet ees not safe 'ere any more for someone like me." Fleur let that comment hang in the air, the implications not something she wanted to voice aloud.