Melody leaned into his embrace and allowed herself to openly grieve her loss. Lucy was the last connection she had to her family that she had no doubts over reaching out. With Dorothy there was the concern of further reputation, especially considering how determined Dorothy was to ruin it herself. Melody had wasted so much time with Lucy, had purposely avoided her cousin for months because she hadn't wanted the blunt reminder of their differences. And now, Lucy was dead and there would be no further chances for connection.

Time passed, though whether it was minutes or hours Melody was wholly unaware. Eventually, her tears slowed and her breaths came in more even intervals. Releasing the grip she hadn't known she took on his shirt Melody shifted in his embrace to get more comfortable. "The baby is so small." She stated quietly. "It seems impossible that any baby abould be so small."