"They were--well. They were my parents," she says finally, and traces the engravings with her fingertips and glancing at the next stone over long enough to see the name before looking back at her parents'.

"It'd be bloody awkward if they were alive, though, wouldn't it?" she adds, trying for light, before falling silent again and just looking for a few moments. Lucy rises suddenly, quickly, and brushes her skirt off, not looking up.