"Yes, yes that does sound like love," Roslyn murmured, more to herself than to her company. It was much the same with Justin, of course, though rather a more mature tree than Zelda and Mr. Darrow's sapling.

Unfortunately, love was never the whole of the equation.

"I am glad, dearest, that you have a love to appreciate," she offered carefully, her smile tentative. She did not wish to encourage Zelda down this path by any means, but love was a rarity in so many lives that she could not ignore the declaration altogether. "But I worry, Zelda—you cannot eat love, cannot burn it for warmth. It does not keep a roof above your head, nor does it give you status among society—and no matter what path you choose to walk, you will need status in society."