Jude knew what day it was. He had earlier caught sight of Lucy and saw her heading towards the church, and he wondered whether or not he should follow, whether she would be too angry or upset to deal with him that day. But he decided to go, and it wasn't a bad idea to be in a church anyway, no matter how religious or irreligious he had previously been.

He watched her pray from the doorway, leaning in the frame still wondering if he should say a thing. Afterall, they had gone through the war together, and despite the fact that it did tear them apart he knew that he wouldn't have made it through without Lucy by his side. So all he did was stand, glancing around the church and every so often back at Lucy, speechless only out of fear of upsetting her, and waiting for her to finish saying her prayers.