She had yet to heal from much of anything just yet, but since his eyes were elsewhere, she nodded. Why he looked so hurt all of the sudden ... She didn't know what that might be, but it passed and nothing else mattered. If Bert really was that upset, that prepared to blow, then Kaine would handle the situation as it happened.

At that, Kaine laughed gently. "I would almost say the same, but four years isn't a very long time." Nothing compared to the near twenty Bert and Alain had with their dinh. Their Roland. "It makes me happy, to be honest. In truth I always knew it would." And, here, she began near comical imitations of things said to her, "'You're just upset because you don't have a man', and 'you don't get to keep a foolish crush for so long'. It was never even that. I was just scared for her. It's not like anyone gave her the time to be. But now it's," She tilted her head towards the door but her eyes remained fixed on the wall. "... It's better. I thought it would be if they could be alone. At this rate, she'll probably die before she let's anyone even touch him the wrong way, let alone the two of you."

Kaine leaned into the pillows but her eyes closed as her head tilted up a bit. "I guess it'll still be a little sad for a while, but ..." Her sudden desire to talk disappeared, a not-so-proverbial roadblock. "Were you ever worried about it?" This marriage.