Lucy felt her heart well with emotion when she heard her brother utter her nickname once again. However, she controlled herself for James' sake and instead grabbed his hand.
"Of course it is, it's all important," Lucy insisted, unwrapping a bit of biscuit she had brought with her. It was her last for the week, and it had taken quite a bit of money to get the sweet, but she didn't mind sharing it with her brother. He deserved it. She offered it to him in the wax paper. "Don't worry about money. I have a flat.. it's a bit small, but I won't mind sharing with you. You can have the bed. The sofa is comfortable enough, and I don't mind sleeping on it." She smiled at the older man, feeling a bit like herself again.