She held his hand tightly, as if she or he would float off and out the window otherwise. "A bit," she said. And she'd heard other things from her friends, but she'd been so focused on where it was moving, on how close it was, that she wasn't listening closely to the rest of it.
And she still wasn't. It wasn't as important as the here and now, and her and him. Her, and him, and Min. It always seemed to come back to that.
"You promise you won't stay long?" Corrie said, eyes huge and wide in a face stained with tears and tight with worry.