Mary shook her head. "No, I do not. A real alien. He acts rather British though," she added, thoughtfully.
"Oh," she said, hand going to her mouth. She thought of William, of his care for Diamond, and his concern over his mother's illness. He was so young and innocent. How horrible.
She swallowed, glancing at Matthew again. "I am very glad you are safe," she said, pausing for a second before reaching out to take his hand. "I have been worried about you."