Thankful that the path they chose was quite possibly one of the emptier ones in the village, she stuck her hands in the pockets of her jacket while the bag from Roger hung from around her wrist. She thought, momentarily, of her own family. It had been a little while since they had went off to South Africa. She had a feeling that they were alright, but she only wished she could see it in writing.
She let out a short breath, her eyes watching as her breath lingered in the air for a moment.
"As long as she's safe," Lucy told him, reaching out briefly to squeeze his arm. "Did she- um, the registration? Did she go in?"