She nods again, eyes falling and chewing on her lip as she works out the parts between. The details coming into focus - the gnawing old fear.

"... in my home... in my home it is... it is well known that I am... I am not so well thought of as my... my sisters."

It's a wound, and a well known one. That she might be found wanting. That he could easily choose to look somewhere else once duty was done.

"That this sort of gossip... it wound hurt me most of all."