"A few months, fer me health. Ye know, the sea.." Mary's own eyes danced across jewellery she would never wear. Her eyes carried on downwards to fall upon the smudge of a tiny nose and chubby palms of the smallest Prior girl that marred the glass of the showcase. Mary smiled sadly, at least someone was enjoying themselves. "We'll 'ave ta push off north again soon, though. A lack of funds, ye know."