Celine eats carefully, her mouth and throat still seemingly sore. Everyone found little things to talk about, lighter things. How Nate’s two daughters were getting on, what colour Fi was going to colour her hair next, and other such topics. George watches her carefully out of the corner of his eye so he’s not staring directly at her. Eventually she’s managed the whole bowl and is stroking her stomach carefully.
“Thank you, that was some of the best food I’ve had in a long time.” He smiles at her and leans back in his chair,
“You’re welcome.” George was choosing not to think about what kind of food she’d been given in the time she’d spent with Solomon. “Look, Celine, there are a few things I think you should know about us, and why we’re here in England. But it can wait till the morning,
