Then the compartment door opened and Jem came in, carrying a damp cloth. He looked from Will to Tessa and raised his silvery eyebrows. “A miracle,” he said. “You got him to speak.” “Just to shout at me, really,” said Tessa. “Not quite loaves and fishes.” Will had gone back to staring out the window, and looked at neither of them as they spoke. “It’s a start,” said Jem, and he sat down beside her. “Here. Give me your hands.”
