The past couple of years had been very eye opening for Narcissa. Having to live in the Manor alone without him had been unbearable. It mattered very little to her what he looked like, as long as she had him home. Her primary concern for her husband was his well-being. She would have liked very much to go back to a time when their appearance mattered more to her than much else, although with her shifted priorities she did come to learn just how much she loved and needed her husband.
Narcissa turned her hand to lace their fingers. Her gaze would not leave his, for she feared she might lose him again. "Here or anywhere; it matters very little to me. Just stay with me." It was a rare thing for her to speak so emotionally, but she'd been brought to a very vulnerably state of mind. It could not be helped.