She chose two sandwiches and an egg, thanking the woman for her time and such. She normally wouldn’t eat two, but she really was famished. The Irishwoman gave a blush and sat back. The first sandwich was gone within moments. She did not apologize for not eating like a lady, not that she was a lady…

The next few hours were spent in relative silence, though if he asked her something, she would probably answer. As the day wore on and the train moved toward Whitby, she seemed to grow comfortable enough around him that she caught naps here and there. The silence was not an uncomfortable or awkward one, it was just one of companionship.