Bill's arm tightened around Victoire once again as they made their way down the stairs. In case she lost her balance, he would be prepared. Or at least he hoped he would offer her a soft landing.
It really wasn't so far to their own cabin. In fact, he could see the lights on in the window of their front room. Fleur no doubt waiting impatiently for the two of them to make it home. What a surprise was coming for her if Victoire hadn't told her mother yet.
"I think it was. I was here once before, too. I don't remember it, but she told me." That was probably the worst part. He had surmised that the last time he was in the village hadn't gone so well -- and then he was gone. It was no wonder Fleur was so impatient with the village. It was a string of thoughts he shook from his head with an easy shrug.
"One of the last times we spoke about our family, the thought crossed my mind." He admitted softly. "I haven't voiced it yet, though."