After staring at him for a moment, Marie tucked her head to his shoulder, offering support. And a way for him not to see her face, which went from disbelieving to considering to... well, to remembering.
All the times she'd convinced people her way was the best way. Her affinity for fire. Her dreams about a forge, the clang of weapons. Nightmares about a hideous man, followed by battle, her sons working tirelessly at the back of the lines.
But she didn't want it to make sense. She was a United States Representative, not a reincarnated deity. So when he finished, all she managed was a soft, barely audible, "...oh."
She didn't move from nestling next to him, though, which she hoped he would take as a good sign.