“Ah, Sybil.” There are many things Henri could say that he will not - about his fears, his worries, the way the child in his arms and the look in Sybil’s eyes frightens him. He knows better; he knows it is not his place to panic, not when his wife’s terror exceeds his own tenfold. Later, perhaps, Henri will allow himself to panic over the strange turn his life has taken, but not now. Not today.

“I did not promise only to love you when life was easy,” he tells her with serious eyes. “We are in this together, my darling. I swear it." A beat. "All three of us together, now."