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Your husband?

[He's probably come up in conversations before, but in all honesty, Leia didn't know much about the man. Which was probably a deliberate choice on Eleanor's part.]

What has he been doing down there?

Mmm... [Almost everyone had taken some of her downturns in mood as being part of the situation with her son, and she hadn't gone out of her way to correct them. The situation with her husband... she kept the more complex details about it close to her chest, simply due to how dizzying sorting it all out was.

But... perhaps that wasn't fair, not when Leia had grown to be one of her more consistent confidantes here. A chill creeps up, freezing the liquids in their cups.]

... He's... trying to build a fresh start for himself, while waiting for me... to finish sorting out how I feel about everything that's happened between us. He's been down there for months. I only just saw him again in Theasthai...

[Leia subtly moves her hands away from her cup as it freezes, not drawing too much attention to the cold effects of Eleanor's emotions. She's sure Eleanor is probably aware of it, but it's not something Leia wants to draw attention to, out of politeness.]

And what do you feel about everything that's happened? If I can ask.

Well... honestly, it all makes me feel just awful. [The very reason she tries not to dwell on it around her friends and acquaintances, though Kylo Ren had drawn it out of her.] The right thing to do would be to forgive him, and pray that we can start over, after all of this, but every time I think about him, I ...

[Well, the emotional effects plaguing her sort of speak for themselves.]

How is forgiving him the right thing to do?

[there's no judgment in her tone when she asks, but she is genuinely confused by that. She knows enough vague information about the issue that led to Pride being how he is now, from whispers and her own research. So that, combined with Eleanor admitting it makes her feel horrible, well. Leia doesn't get it.]

That's...

[She opens her mouth, closes it, and shakes her head for a moment. It's that painful to answer, and she'd rather not lose complete control of her emotions in the small cafe. Not that bottling them up helped. She could feel the cold and numbness running up her arms and tightening in her chest as it often did when she thought of her marriage.

She exhales, softly. The tightness doesn't fade.]

For everything that's happened, he is still my husband. And this world might be our last chance... to have anything. For him to start over, if... that's what he truly wants to do.

[she's silent for a moment, taking in Eleanor's response. She can see the reasoning behind it, but Leia isn't all that sure she finds the reasoning to be sound. Largely because of how much emphasis she's placing on her husband, rather than herself. Leia may have been raised to think of others before herself and may continue to do that, for the sake of the galaxy, but it's something she's been working on, on wanting to prioritize her family to prevent what will happen in the future. Which is why Eleanor's answer bothers her.]

You keep focusing on him. Is a chance to start over something you want, as well?

[Eleanor falls quiet for a long pause once more, as Leia's words strike a chord she had not been addressing. Similar to her conversation with Kylo, and yet not, though it was not the time or place for such a comparison. Finally:]

... Would it be funny to say that I don't truly have an answer for that? I've been going in circles over it for months. There is no going back to what we were, and our family would never be that again -- I've accepted that. I'd rather know the truth as it is. But now I have that to worry about ...

[The trust issues. There had been too many lies, to tell just much how she had been used--or deserved to be. She attempts to adopt a lighter tone, to try and deflect from the sad irony of it all.]

But that's just the darker side of love, isn't it? I've ... never been so lonely.

I don't think it's strange to say that, but it's important to consider your own wants and needs against his own.

[which she's sure Eleanor already knows, but it can't hurt to say it again, to emphasize the importance. The last part, though, she's not so sure she agrees with. It doesn't seem like love to commit all those horrible acts in someone else's name and leave them to suffer the brunt of the mistreatment and judgment from others resulting from that. She can't see how love would factor in there at all.]

You still love him, then?

Of course I do. [Slightly more defensive than needed, even with her soft tone, though the ice shatters, cracking one of the cups.] ... Oh dear...

[Hopefully none of the patron's noticed, but she'd put extra money in to the check to pay for it, whenever that arrived. But she shakes her head.] He's... not who I thought he was, but I feel as if he has walls around who he is, as much as he says otherwise. In ... in any case, I said that I needed space, and I can't bring myself to call him back... so you see, that is my own fault.

[She won't comment on the cup, that would be rude. But, she does glance down at it, startled as the cup cracks loudly thanks to the ice. Leia picks up any small pieces that may have broken off, placing them on the saucer underneath the cup as she returns her gaze up to the older woman.]

Anyone who says they wouldn't need space from someone who betrayed their trust that deeply is lying.

[Because it's not Eleanor's fault she wanted time to think things out in the least.]

Is there any trace of the man you thought he was in him?

I suppose... I suppose that's where the trouble is. He's still... mostly the same as he was, even if everything between us has changed only because I found out the truth. But I don't know if that means... that he's just better at keeping up his appearances than Pride was, or if he wants me to still believe he's the same person I married, in spite of his actions... or if that's who he really is, all along, but ... the people from my world always saw a different side to him... and I don't believe I've really seen it for myself. So in the end I, haha, doesn't this all sound ridiculous?

[It's not, really, though it all tied into why she kept so much of it to herself for so long. Her doubts and how frustrated she was at herself for being unable to untie these horribly tangled knots of emotions, how lucky that it was still only the cup that was the casualty in this conversation thus far when her house had faced far worse destruction from her thoughts alone.] ... We should settle the bill ...

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[She listens calmly, patient as Eleanor explains herself. It's a confusing situation, there's no doubt. Not knowing which side was the true side of her husband--if there even was a true side that he was showing to others. As complicated as her situation could be, at least Leia had more of an idea where she stood on her family drama. Eleanor's situation is enough to make anyone's head spin.]

If you're ready to head to the boutique, we can.

[Because she's leaving it up to Eleanor. She doesn't mind staying to talk through things further, nor does she mind leaving now to get on with the rest of their planned day.]

[Eleanor would rather not accidentally break anything else in there, with the turn their conversation took. She could hardly handle the turbulent emotions in her own home, and she would not see the same thing happen to the cafe if she could help it.]

Yes, I believe that would be wise... I'll take care of the bill, because of all of this.

[A change of scenery felt necessary, even if the conversation continued, though at least now she had someone else who knew what she was dealing with, even if she felt some guilt for laying that on her shoulders.]

The boutique is my treat, then.

[Because she won't allow Eleanor to pay for both. She'll let her cover this without argument if she's determined to, but nothing more than that.]

[Well. Eleanor had been intending for it to be hers, since it was her suggestion in the first place, but leave it to emotions to get in the way of plans. But knowing how stubborn Leia could be... she only nods, trying to find it in her to give a small smile.]

... All right. But I won't hold you to that, you know.

[The smile turns a little wan when the waitress returns over, but she handles the acceptance of the check with her usual manner of grace.]

[She notices the change in her smile, but says nothing. There's no point in pressing that for now, when she has a few guesses about the reason for the change. But once everything is settled and paid for, Leia is up and ready to go.]

...It may not be my place, and I may not understand your feelings on this matter, but I still am willing to accompany you to Shaarnath if you wish to visit.

[Once the bill is handled, after she's able to shake off those numbing sensations of distrust that the conversation had stirred up, she looks toward Leia in surprise at her statement.]

Are you certain, Leia? It was never my intention to be imposing about going... but I do appreciate it. [Having someone to travel with would force her to be accountable, which was a little overwhelming in it's own right.]

[It's not so much about accountability, at least as far as Leia's thought process went. It's more about having someone there for her, should she need it.]

It's not an imposition in the least. It might be easier to do if you have someone with you.

Well... I can't deny that. [The smile returns, albeit a touch ruefully, as her coat is shrugged on and the conversation continues as they step outside the cafe.

She certainly felt grateful for Leia's perceptiveness -- and even simple kindness despite the messy ambiguities of her situation.] I'll be sure to let you know when I'm ready for that trip. I shouldn't put it off for too much longer.

You should take it when you personally feel ready. It's your own feelings that matter most when it comes to this.

[Which she's said before, yes, but it can't hurt to repeat it. Since she knows the sort of personality Eleanor has, and she wants to make sure she's actually ready to do that, not that she feels like she's being pushed into it.]

[Leia's words are what she needs to hear, even repeated, as difficult as it is to reconcile them. It could very well have been that her husband was trying to manipulate her into letting it be her call to let him back into her good graces, knowing how she labored under that guilt, an aspect she could barely bring herself to consider.

That low burn headache aside, the smile remains.]

Oh, I think it matters more that I not accidentally pull down a roof when there are others standing underneath it... [Tone a little too bright, in her bid to attempt to lighten the mood, as much as it reflects that she's still thinking about others more as much as she wants to resolve her inner turbulence, whether or not the result is in her best interest. She honestly doesn't know what that is at this point.] We'll see when the time comes.

[She can tell Eleanor is trying to lighten the mood, to deflect from the heavier issue here, so to play along with that, she gives a smile in response.]

I'd say that's just as important. That isn't something you've done here, is it?

Oh, heavens no. [She can say as much still with the light tone, though her eyes hinted that she felt all too well that it might be a real concern someday. Her house saw most of her worst damages, and luckily it was mostly the furniture or unfortunate cracks in the walls. And back there, in the cafe... she was thankful it was only the cups, at the end of all that, once her uncertainty about her husband truly had settled in.]

We make a left turn here. It's right down the street.

[An attempt to steer them away from the topic, such as it is.]

[She does catch that look, her expression faltering slightly as she picks up on it. So instead, she'll follow along, changing the subject to the directions and the boutique itself.]

Did you say you've been here before? [Here, being the boutique of course.]

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