She smiled as he spoke, but then he mentioned a visit to America and she looked away. She couldn't afford to go back, and not just money wise. Going back would only shatter her once more, she thought. It'd been almost a year since their deaths, the wound had only just started to scab up. "Perhaps," she said eventually, though her voice was thick and she had stopped eating the bread and cheese. She held such, poised in the air as she tried not to picture the last time she was actually home. She set her food down and lapsed into silence.