*gets up out of her chair and shuffles over to you in a not-quite-straight line*
*takes hold of your wrists and ushers you over to her chair, sitting you in it*
*answering somebody's question? maybe?* No no no. It's just...I'm concerned. And I'm concerned. *scratches her nose contemplatively* Also...I'm concerned. *picks her way to the bed and sits cross-legged on the end as she looks at you* You are a very nice girl. I'm sure. Wouldn't it be nice to. *loses her train of thought for a solid half-minute or so* Have a man who loves you for who you are and not who you're not. Also your sister's having a baby. *beams!* Isn't that wonderful!
*covers her mouth with her hand and whispers sidelong to Anairë* But I shouldn't say when I'm kissing not-husbands of mine but are-husbands of other people.