[ —Ah. He really should have thought to use Communion for a heavy topic like this. At the very least they could have spared poor Cerys this conversation, even if she does have her small hands over her ears now.

As tempting as it is to stare the bear now in Barnaby's hands, or the grass, or the children playing not too far off, he gives Barnaby the full weight of his attention, gaze level as he listens to the somber explanation, made worse by the reveal of the murderer at the end. ]

I'm sorry. [ It's his turn to offer up platitudes, apparently. ] It must have been hard to learn their deaths were at the hands of someone you knew and trusted.

[ He can't even imagine the depths of betrayal learning such a thing might have caused. ]

Were they apprehended?