"Restless is it," Mary agreed, deciding his one word was probably better than all the words she'd used to describe it. "Sometimes being in this city is like being an animal pacing a cage."
She appreciated the little thigh squeeze as well, the simple 'I hear what happened and I get it.' They'd all lived such terribly long lives. There wasn't a single one of them that didn't have a least some traumas buried in their past. She was sure Much had handfuls of his own.