Ceana looked mournfully at her husband and then down to the floor without a word. She couldn't bring herself to speak against him, this man who was her keeper now; she was myth and bound by certain laws. She didn't know if they bound all her kind the same, but for Ceana it was simple: she couldn't bring harm to Bertie and she would always protect him from anyone else trying to hurt him. She was Bertie's and so he was hers to take care of, just as a wife should.