"Oh, but darling, you are special." Thérèse chuckled again, falling into his step. "I shall have to think of something extra special to repay you with. Perhaps I'll sing you a song!" She raised her eyebrows, before the wind caught her veil and caused it to flutter a little, bringing her attention back to it. Suddenly, she felt wrong for having had that moment of lightheartedness in this attire, going to church to pray, and she sighed, looking away to watch the horizon.