She blinked up at him, feeling that the conversation was straying from its original purpose. "You do not need to console me, Rhysand. At least not about this... You asked me why I thought that my desires could not be met by a single person and these are my reasons. Sometimes you are powerless." There was a suggestion in his words that she deeply objected to. "And I do not wish to think less of my family just because they are unhappy. They do not need a substitute. What kind of daughter or niece would that make me?" Not that her friends weren't important to her. Lucy would always be named as one of the most important people in her life right alongside her only blood relative.