"I'm not sure I know what an intern is," she says, stooping to pick up the book. "That makes sense. Most arrivals seem to come with something from home. This would be be yours. When you find a safe place to live, it should be there with you. Your piece of home."

Once it was secure in her arms (and oh dear how large it was), she looked to him.

"I am not sure I could pick you up now, if you wished to be carried. Would you be willing to walk?"