Ana laughed softly and looked down. "Thank you," she told him. She didn't let go of his hand either as they went back inside the house. It was nice holding his hand. She knew what it meant, or what it was supposed to mean. Her little... experience with Godric's son had taught her as much. With him, it was exciting and new, but he was a stranger. With Cedric... well. Ana wasn't sure how this worked. He was special, and she didn't want to mess things up.
"I should have brought over some biscuits," she thought out loud, as they stepped into the kitchen.