Thérèse was so modest and Christopher raised his gaze to her with an amused glint. "Are you sure? I could have sworn you flew here from Paris, were they not wings I saw you hiding before you arrived?" Humour was always a helpful cover of complicated and strong emotions, and he found he used it now to try and help the both of them. It would not do well for them to both be so completely miserable together, at least in Christopher's mind. Sharing grief was the last thing on his list.
"You help me just by caring, Madame," he said finally.