"I wouldn't know." She admits after some thought. "I've never worried about the affections of a man before - my husband and I were forced into marriage, and I never really cared about whether he liked me until he... did."

There hadn't been any pining between her and Aristeo... at least as far as she knew. They had simply grown used to each other, and then... somewhere along the line, mutually become too attached to imagine a world without each other. There's almost a hint of bitterness on her face, realizing how easy it had been to get accustomed to a world where she didn't need him.

"But... I have been dead before, and I can say with certainty there is no pain and humiliation Ivar could force on me that would be worse than that."