Thérèse let Christopher lead her, still sniffling every so often, eventually retrieving her rosary from her bust. "Are we going home now?" She had to pause and think then, mildly intrigued at herself, how readily she'd referred to his estate as 'home', despite having been there less than a week. Well, it wasn't like Paris was home anymore... home was where you were welcome, and where you felt safe, and that, she figured, was the estate. "I'm quite tired, I should like to retire to the library with a good book..."