"I had better while I have a warm bed still," she said with a constricted throat. She also didn't wish to be a burden, which was a thought she had on the tip of her tongue to speak out loud, but instead, she did not voice tat. Her eyes were averted for a moment before she looked at him again. "I wouldn't mind the company on the way home." She was not particularly keen on walking home in the dark, but nor did she want to take up space in a church.

She felt odd being in such a church, her father would surely blow his top if he knew that she had been frequenting a Catholic church as opposed to one more like his, but he would not know because he was in Cornwall and hardly even wrote her.