It provided her with a small sense of satisfaction that she'd gotten under his skin. Clearly he still didn't like being ignored. It made her smile and shake her head.
"Hello Theseus." She knew she didn't need to fear him. Whatever she'd felt for him was nothing like the love she felt for her husband. She'd just not tell him she'd met with Theseus, or her former lover would find himself in an institution, dribbling from his mouth.
"You really don't recognize me, do you?" With a sigh she leaned down and picked up a ball of yarn. It wasn't
her
yarn, but she liked knitting with it. "I gave you this, and you left me on an island for my troubles."