Neville nodded, following Hannah's gesture to look at the castle, trying to remember what he'd read about the place. His attention went back to Hannah, and he reached a hand out, finding her's closest to him, and he held it for a moment, as his eyes rested on the two of them and their interaction. She was a chip off of her mother's shoulder, and he could easily see Hannah in her daughter's expression and face. It was endearing, to watch them together, and Neville again felt privileged for being allowed to be with the two of them, sharing this moment with them.
Neville's head turned, and he caught a sight of slim blue, growing larger as the car rolled closer to their destination, "I think we are close," he said, pointing to the now visible shore.