I do not hate my husband. [She feels too much right now though. There's an elation that wishes to sweep her features, but her heart clenches too much and confusion and skepticism is still writ on her face.]

I told... I told my brother [For saying his name seems too odd a thing.] his vocabulary is limited. He is a hard man, and I was traded for an army.

I'm not sure how I feel. [And all emotion drops from her face. She chooses to ignore it here. Politics are meaningless to this place when they should be holding allegiances to courts.]

But I have always found comfort in your familiarity, however cruel it may seem to you.