Harry Walsh
Location: Grand Continental Hotel
Nodding toward Aziza as she declined the Lord-Majors kind offer, Harry glanced between her and the Lord-Major himself. It was more than obvious that the two were quite familiar, he'd be curious to ask how they knew each other another time, but they were much past the point for pleasantries at that point, at least in Harry's mind. Regardless, he very much appreciated any bit of the Lord-Majors offer toward Aziza, thus far he had been an interesting man in Harry's view, certainly unlike many of the other British officers he had known in his lifetime, though most of the ones in his life had been much like that Corporal, too desperate for a promotion to think much on anything else.
Hearing Aziza's words to him, he couldn't help but smile, shaking his head. Aziza had been a calming voice for him. Being around her felt good to him, relaxing, merely being in her presence held many of the horrid and terrible thoughts and memories of his war at bay. He wasn't sure what it was, but it was just one of the things which made her so very enchanting. Shaking his head toward her, he kept his smile.
"You have already repayed me a hundred times over, Aziza, believe me." He knew full well she may not have understood what he meant by his words, but to him they rung true, she had made things far less grim.
Moving down toward the car with her and the others, he sighed as he looked around, he wasn't exactly sure how late it was himself at that point, but he knew it was certain to be later than he had expected to be heading home that evening, as much as he would call the barracks 'home' again, anyway. Giving Peter a nod as he let them in, Harry carefully climbed into the car alongside Aziza, setting his hand atop hers for a moment to give it a reassuring squeezze as he tried to relax.