The shock in his voice was strangely comforting, though she felt bad for her distrust. She'd believed him during the marriage, otherwise she'd never have married him, but...seeing him there protecting someone so deeply entrenched in their past had been a strange sight. Unsettling. And then they hadn't spoken for so long.
"I don't know," she said with a sigh, looking rather sheepish. "I guess I thought it'd been so long since we'd divorced, that maybe things had changed. I didn't mean anything by it." Her eyes slid up to meet his from across the table. "I just needed to hear it." A short pause, where she bit on her lower lip, before she asked, "So, did you get an invitation to the Thanksgiving event in Aubade?" Smmooooooth transition.