Enigma had been imprisoned? How could she not have been made aware of this? Normally idle gossip would have reached her ears and she could have enquired and yet only know was she finding out. But she did not vocalise those thoughts just yet and allowed her husband to continue. She felt that subtle stab of jealousy at his mentioning meeting her at some point in the recent past but she remained strong. Her husband loved her, she had no doubt of that, and she knew she had nothing to worry about.
"You are badly hurt?" she asked, worry evident in her eyes. She knew that given the bandage was not covered in blood that he must be okay but she still had to hear. She still had to know just what had happened to him. Her eyes fell to her hand in his and it did soothe her a little. But it wasn't long until Christine's eyes fell on him again.
"You should not have thought like that. Your pain is mine and I would much prefer to hear in future. Now you must rest. Let me help to soothe you, as I am sure the Opera House will take precedent until it is back to how you prefer." Knowing her husband he would not rest until the building came back to it's normal splendour.