Even in her state of mind, she could admit she felt comfortable sitting beside him. It wasn't the house's fault she was discontent. There were just far too many changes taking place for her liking, and seemed to be happening all at once. It was bad enough she'd fallen from her status as practically the queen of high society to some lowly peasant working her way back up through the ranks. Now she had to lose the home she'd fought so hard to protect. It was, quite honestly, a pity parade for herself but she was exhausted and fed up with the changes occurring that were beyond her control.
She leaned into the comfort only her husband could give, closing her eyes until she was presented with a glass of wine. It was good; good enough that she took another sip before responding to him. She did smile at his words. His happiness was something she did yearn for after all that had happened. Hearing him say he was happy, even if it was just about the house or the wine, was a step forward as far as she was concerned. "I'm glad it pleases you," she said, letting her head rest against his shoulder.