"I know it is likely hard to tell it now," she said softly, "But I am happy to be here in some ways. I am glad that I get to be near to my husband, which being home, I would not have the chance to do. And even if things are not perfect, I love him. I will always love him. I am, perhaps, feeling sorry for myself a bit. It is not so bad. He is here, and he loves me, and I love him. It is more than many have, and I should cherish it rather than grieve it."
She half-smiled, twisting a strand of her golden hair around her finger.
"There are so many here who have lost those they love, I should not be this way. I know it. Sometimes, though, we need to grieve, even if our griefs are not nearly so much as others."