[ Something about him profoundly changes at her words; his entire countenance changes to reflect something more sorrowful, and when he asks her whether she's lost her husband, she suddenly understands how it was misconstrued.

She ducks her head down, thoughtfully. ] He was gone when I had been stolen from the siege of our castle; he'd sworn when he'd departed that he would find a means with which to fight the Turks.

[ She looks up, determined. ] But I know he still lives — I know it. I know he'll return and will mourn my absence, even if the castle is shelled to ruin and rubble, first.