A part of her wanted to embrace him when he came through the door. Cling to him and never let go. Another realised that she couldn't even if she wanted to, and yet another didn't think she deserved to. She bit her lip, only calm because of the potion, and knowing that made her look away.
How could she possibly answer his question? How could she possibly be all right? She'd lost their baby, she hadn't even manage to take care of herself well enough to keep it.
'You have nothing to be sorry for,' she said finally, her voice cracking, her mind and heart empty with the loss.