Gwen wouldn't let the side look shake her. If he asked her to leave, which she was expecting, then she would. But she knew she could listen well. So she stood her ground and felt the slight worry leave her when his head dropped. It was clear she had gotten through to him, even a little. But the question threw her. She had lost so much and even though she would not like to go into too much detail, well, if it would help him.
"Yes. My mother died when I was young, my father was wrongfully executed and my husband died not long before I arrived here."