Her eyes narrowed with knowledge and recognition. "William?" she asked, ducking her head to better see his face, to be sure she was right, which she was.
The frown that settled on her lips when she realized she was carrying a bottle of alcohol spoke of experience with Will's addiction, and her expression closed down, though it didn't turn mean or uncaring. "You haven't given up the other woman in our years apart, I see."
It was soft, slightly accusatory, but concerned just the same.