Thérèse looked around the room in awe, somewhat amazed at all the things Théo had managed to procure. He was clearly quite the resourceful man, but then, he always had been. She recognised the furniture and smiled, her heart swelling with nostalgia for home. She hadn't been home since she was eight, since Maman had died. She missed it. She missed the innocence.
"Julien died," She stated quietly, settling herself into the chair. Her voice was empty, hollow, the words coming out with practised ease. "The, uh... the revolutionaries executed him. A couple of months ago now. There or thereabouts." She fidgeted in her seat, looking down at her hands before glancing back up at Théo, her smile back on her face. "It really is wonderful to see you, dearest. You must tell me all about your life now."