Their luggage has been sent on ahead, of course. By now, it's already stowed safe in the ship's hold.

So Regan only has a small bag of sundries when she comes down the stairs. A few things too precious to trust to cargo; a few things she just wanted to have ready to hand.

Lavinia is days away. Therefore, it makes no sense to feel her heart speed up with worry and fear and anticipation. She breathes in, and out -- I will be as stone, I will be as water -- and smiles at her husband as he steps into the entrance hall.