Hannah took a quick sip before bringing the cup back down, sitting with it in her lap. "Again, the tea pot is lovely. Thank you." They had been reduced to basic civil exchanges. Maybe... maybe it was for the best. Perhaps it would let Neville spend a bit less time looking after her and Lucy and a bit more time working toward his own happiness. It wasn't quite what she wanted, but it seemed inevitable. Still, so much for a happy early Christmas.