The smile on Gwen's face falters. She follows where he's looking, at the gloomy sky that she really shouldn't be taking as a sign of things to come. "Well. I'd like to keep it safe. But it can't quite become home," she shakes her head. She looks around, can't spot Johnny in the room, but it would illustrate her point. "Your family followed you here. Rhys, Anwyn, they're far away from all this. Safe, luckily."

But the edges of her mouth turn up in a playful smile. "Which is good, I couldn't imagine Rhys here, the lunk. If his moaning wasn't enough to get everything to just turn around and go home. 'Oh, this is all shit, we shouldn't even bother.'" There is a laugh, because she has to, against the ache of missing her husband and daughter.