A sigh, an upward glance, that was more Evander. Enough to make Caroline's uneasy feeling lessen. She had learned throughout their marriage that he wasn't the most affectionate man, instead she had learned to cherish each gesture of his like some trying to bottle a fleeting scent in a bottle. So when Evander turned to her, his warm hands framing her face, and gave her a light kiss, she didn't question it. Instead she savored it, letting her eyelids flutter shut and a small smile slide across her lips at his words.

All too soon he had stepped away, such tender moments couldn't last forever, no matter how much Caroline might wish they did. It was a different sort of tender, the recommendation of the floo powder instead. Evander never did think that apperation in her state was wise, so she nodded and stepped ahead of him. The flames turned emerald green from the powder and she stepped through, willing herself not to puke as she stumbled into the parlor of the tea room, moving aside to wait for Evander.