Took it okay. I mean we screamed and cried at each other for a little bit, but then it was… what do the nobles always call it? An amicable split or whatever. She didn’t want to stab me and I didn’t want to take a shit in her bed, so think that means we came out alright. She moved back home to her hold. We’re friendly, if we run into each other on trading trips.

[ it feels like she’s allowed to be nosy now in turn: ]

Why’s yours want space?