*returns a commiserating smile* Well, I don't want him dead, either. Maybe exiled to a nice tropical island far away? *licks vinaigrette from her fork* But I'm pretty sure every relationship comes with fine print. I'm sleeping with my cousin who doesn't know I also slept with his brother. You never know, maybe things will turn around.
you and Turgon aren't actually married
*gives a startled cough* *clears her throat and gives security a reassuring smile (no Heimlichs, please!)* Oh. Well. That's. That's absurd. *toys with a bit of onion, biting her lip gently and eyeing the ring on her finger* I mean, there may not be a piece of paper, per se, but marriage had nothing to do with paper when we were Quendi, did it?