Mereavus flicked her eyes to him and little more.<br/><br/>"I always move forward," she answered. Really, it was just assuming that because she felt a certain way, she'd let it stop her. He really did perceive her as too much of a woman. "I am accustomed to loss. I will keep moving. But that doesn't mean I'll stop feeling, or that I'll recover. My feelings do not come between me and necessity."<br/><br/>Neither would they ever - she'd already displayed that much. She rose and went over to her wine cabinet, removing a decanter of red from it and glancing up. "Wine?"