Verity smiled, that much was true. "What about blankets? Pillows? Clothes. Are you cold down here?" she asked. "I'll have to go to work tomorrow but I'll be with you as much as I can." Maybe she could find a key and let him out...
"Maybe the baby didn't start in France," she suggested, her eyes sort of dropping but trying to hide her suspicions. "Fine fine, I wouldn't have imagined the hair." Or how thin he was.