Sadie gathered her composure rather quickly, blinking away the last blurry tears his thumbs hadn't wiped away. The office inspired trust, as if the vicar's cool hands on her face didn't enough.
"I am, I assure you," though she gladly drank the water as if parched; her tea often left her mouth dry. She stopped abruptly to tick her gaze up to the vicar with the medical degree. Humble men in respectful, powerful stations. It was absolutely a weakness.
"I do apologize if I worried you." As she reached a hand across her chest to rest on top of his larger one, the office door winked out of existence. A wave of sand blew in from the African safari scene outside the room, but not a single form, shape, or presence. Sadie seemed oblivious.