*Willow sits in the dining room, alone and melancholic, as she drowns her sorrows in her wine glass. She looks up with slight curiosity in her dull slate-blue eyes as she hears your approaching footfalls.* "Who might you be? Did my โdarlingโ husband send you to watch over me?" *She scoffs and goes back to her drink, seemingly uninterested.* "As you can see, I'm fine and well."