I snort a small laugh. "Two hundred? You hide it well."

Demelza may not look old, but she does feel it. It must be a maternal thing. I know things were different from the time and place she's from, and that people as young as her (and younger) are still having children, but I can't imagine having a child of my own in just a few short years. If at all, really.

"She's alright, she's not bothering me," I say, offering my arm for Julia to hold onto. "And yes, thank you for having us."