Ernie joined at her invitation. "Less time in an office," he suggested. "And no infant." He wrapped his hands around one of the cups of tea and cleared his throat as awkwardness washed over him. "It is difficult to fathom," he rushed on. "This place...right when you think it has settled, something new occurs." He made sure to keep eye contact. She deserved that much. Her situation was partly his fault no matter what kind words others threw his way. He was part of keeping the village running. "Have you seen anyone yet?" He suddenly wondered if he should write Cedric. But what would he say? Sorry your girlfriend is my wife?