"You can't do any worse than Harry. In fact, if you fail to set the oven on fire you're doing way better than Harry." Thomas missed his brother terribly, and mentioning him made that sadness swell. But he shook it off, because what else could he do? Harry wasn't in Lincoln River, at least not yet. Justine hadn't been here either, when Thomas first arrived. He'd hold out hope, because he might show up yet. And if he did show up, Thomas was certain he could find a way out, and send them all back home.
...Except, what would that mean for Justine? Thomas didn't want to think about that.
"It would be my pleasure to take you into town, my lady," Thomas said to her. he grinned, easily pulling his thoughts away from Harry and going home and all that might mean for Justine.