A humorourless smile crossed Caroline's lips. "That's the thing. Every time I try it seems Evannder disapproves." Perhaps disapproved with the wrong word for it. He became more tactiture, more withdraw, less like the husband she had fallen in love with in the first place. "The more I stretch for something outside of our parlor the less he seems like the man I fell in love with." She hadn't even realized the words until they were slipping out of her lips, trotting across the room carrying all the darkest thoughts she tried to refrain from thinking about.

"It's just.... I thought I found someone who understood me. And now, I....I should be happy." Really she should. Not many people got to marry for love, to have that luxury. She had carved it out for herself, ensured it would happen. But where was her happy ending? The life she had envisioned. "It's foolish to complain. I'm sorry. We should be talking about you and not my own self made problems. I'm likely just...." She waved her hand in the air trying encompass some word that she couldn't quite define.