Thérèse spent those few minutes in silence too, alternating between drinking and picking at her food. She was feeling a little heady, a little buzzed, and her concentration was beginning to wane. But she didn't stop drinking, simply gesturing for another refill once she'd drained the glass.
When Chris spoke again, she looked back up at him. "Another friend. Told me about you, in England. Said you'd harbour me until it was time to go back to France." Well, it wasn't like her friend had lied. He'd just been... economical with the truth. "He helped me get across the channel. And to you. It was his carriage I arrived in that night." She remembered very little about that night. She'd been exhausted and cold and utterly miserable. All she remembered was Christopher's kindness, and the memory made her soften towards him. She looked up at him again, giving him a small smile. "Thank you for keeping me safe."