"Oh please. As if I would allow the likes of Valentine de Foncé to get away with making me unhappy. I tell you," she assures him, quite confidently. "I am perfectly well. Thoroughly annoyed that it has become complicated at all, of course. There is nothing at all enjoyable about having one's plans made significantly more difficult than intended, you know. But it hardly dire, or as if I had any plans for an alternative."

With a last pat, Wysteria begins to unravel their hands.

"But no more of this! I am quite confident, and furthermore there is no reason to waste concern on me now when nothing at all wrong has even fully happened yet. I believe we were meant to discuss that little book of poetry you brought me, yes? Or was there something else you had in mind?"