Winnie occupied herself by inspecting the burn remnants under his collar, aware of his discomfort and her own, but entirely unsure of how to remedy it. Their once easy relationship felt like it had a shadow over it and Winnie truly didn't know what to do about it. There were too many variables now, things that had once been loose and carefree carried weight she didn't think she wanted, even if she knew she loved him. There were too many outcomes here in which one or both of them would get hurt, which she didn't want, but she also couldn't just agree to marry him either. It was such a mess.

When he grabbed her hand, she stilled, stiff in her position, unable to relax. When he revealed he knew the mediwitch who had taken care of him, Win wondered only for a moment why that may be significant enough to tell her. It didn't take her too long to figure it out though; this woman must have held some importance to him. Perhaps she was the one he'd been seeing when they were on the outs. He sounded almost pained though and Winnie wasn't sure she wanted to know. All she could drum up in reply was, "Oh?" Not quite able to meet his eye.