"Don't bloody apologize," Lucy said, half-laughing as she wiped away her tears. "I'm just glad you're alive and safe -- having you in Paris is even more of a reward." She led her brother to the bench she had been occupying. "Your leg, what did you do? And do Mum and Dad know where you are? Where have you been staying?" Lucy couldn't help it; her questions just came pouring out. It was still a little difficult for her to believe that her James was standing right in front of her.