“It’s okay. I’m sort of better at worrying about other people than myself, anyway. Do you… do you feel better for talking about it? Like lancing a wound, sometimes. I mostly try to avoid thinking about the Lady and the Hall, but it doesn’t always… work.” She pulls back at his obvious discomfort, not wanting to upset him more. “I think you’re perfectly nice. I… well, I’m good at being charming for my supper, but that’s about what I can do, not about me.” She twists one hand in her skirt, losing track of what point she was trying to make.