"Yes," he said, with obvious relief. He really had only meant what should we do with this very odd day? but he was as tongue-tied as ever Wormie had been, back trying to buy girls drinks in Anchorhead. He squeezed her hand and let go in order to turn, grateful to have some sort of direction to go. Not to be away from her, but simply because he wasn't sure how he was supposed to behave, now.

Pausing, he grabbed a few canteens, and headed out the door, glancing back as if to check and make sure she was coming--or, in fact, still here.