"It wasn't awful," She said, smiling slightly, looking at him again. She needed him to understand that while it wouldn't have been her first choice, she had been somewhat happy.

"I made choices, yes, but they were mine to make, if that makes sense," She added, reaching out and touching his arm. In a way she needed the contact to assure herself that he wasn't a figment of her imagination.

She raised an eyebrow at him, because she knew him well enough to know that what was probably going through his head. "A year and a half. Still, think I'm not a horrible person?"