Honos simply followed Libera's lead, a silent, steady presence next to her. He couldn't concentrate very much on the exchange, too focused on what they might find once they were further inside.
Mary lay in the bed, frail and thin, and Honos felt like he'd been turned upside down. He sat down next to Libera, hands folded, elbows on knees. He hadn't seen her since she was a much younger woman, and he'd missed everything between then and now. He couldn't help but feel cheated.