[ Off-duty, Zephirin would ordinarily change into civilian garb ere he accepts Francel's invitation, but the boy has waited long enough — not only here at the Congregation, it seems. He fastens his mask back into place, adjusting it, and offers Francel his arm. Even this is unusual, marginally less so than holding each other by the hand as they walk through the city.

Again they attract curious stares. ]

Pray pardon my joining you as I am. The coming few bells are mine to while away, but when they end, I must return to my post.