*uncomfortably reminded how just how very much marriage wasn't the answers she used to hope for when she was so much younger (and is happy forgetting most days)*
another drink?
*quieter, looking into glass where she's swirling an ice cube with her finger tip* No. That'd be bad idea. I'm fine.
indescribably revolting
*frowning further, looking unhappily stymied, your look having the intended effect* *her eyes avoidant, concentrating on the ice cube* But if that's how you... *swallows, and doesn't finish the thought* *her mouth open for a moment before she knows what she's going to say* I don't always understand what my children are going through. Írissë's had... hard times and she should... if it's what she wants then it's important and...
*with much, much less authority than the words might have* Tyelcormo... love the way I imagine it means supporting the people you love. That's what both my daughters should have.