Walter looked to each of them in turn, the confusion and alarm written across his features softening with each successive response until the sharp anxiety faded and he seated for the second time.

Hw would have to make certain John had a look at her when they were done talking, and that she had plenty of time to wash up before the Darkness corrupted the water for the night. And clothes. She would need clothes. He could go out and purchase a few things to tide her over until they could get some properly tailored clothing for her to wear.