Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
He was glad when the official greeting was over. He was a very tired man and he had come farther, traveled longer and over darker country, than kiss from his wife, a word from his son, and later to see some old friends and a relative or two. He didn't want to talk about the journey. He wanted to forget the immediacy, the urgency, the terror then perhaps he would talk. returned and his voyage was very much like the voyages of the great surprised that he'd had to do this. He'd thought Edith would be watching at a window. And perhaps she Ralphie was with her. They held onto each other as if seeking mutual support, the thirty-three-year old woman and ten-year-old boy. They looked at him, and then both moved forward, still together. He said, "It's good to be home!" Edith nodded and, still holding to Ralphie with one hand, put the other -I'll-put-my-pack-aside jokes that spoke of terrible hunger. She was trembling, and even as her lips came up to touch his he felt the everything would loosen up just as his commanding officer, General Carlisle, had said it would early this morning before he left "Give it some time," Carlisle had said. "You need the time they need the time. And for the love of heaven, don't be sensitive." Edith was leading him into the living room, her hand lying still in his, down beside him—but she had hesitated. He wasn't being sensitive she had hesitated. His wife had hesitated before sitting down beside him. Carlisle had said his position was analogous to Columbus', to Vasco De Gama's, to Preshoff's when the Russian returned from the Moon—but more so. Carlisle had said lots of things, but even Carlisle who had worked feature. It was like looking into the mirror and seeing himself twenty-five years ago. But Ralphie's face was drawn, was worried in a Edith said, "He made top forum the six-month period before vacation, and He nodded, remembering that, remembering everything, remembering the warmth of her farewell, the warmth of Ralphie's farewell, their tears as feared for him, having read of the many launchings gone wrong even in continent-to-continent experimental flight. They had been right to worry. He had suffered much after that blow-up. ran from the room and from the house. He and Edith sat beside each other, and he wanted badly to take her in She said, "Of course. How stupid of me, expecting you to sit around and make small talk and pick up just where you left off." He nodded. But that was exactly what he wanted to do—make small talk and pick up just where he'd left off. But they didn't expect it of him they wouldn't let him they felt he had changed too much. "Not this bed," he murmured, and was a little sorry afterward. had known, and that the beds and the barrier between them were her own choice, if only an unconscious choice. He went to the bed near the window, stripped off his Air Force blue jacket, been treated properly and would soon disappear. But she had never seen them. Perhaps she never would. Perhaps pajamas and robes and dark rooms would keep them from her until they were gone. Which was not what he'd considered at all important on leaving Walter Reed Hospital early this morning which was something he found distasteful, something he felt beneath them both. And, at the same time, he began to understand that there would be many things, previously beneath them both, which would have to be considered. She had changed Ralphie had changed all the people he knew had probably changed—because they thought had changed. He was tired of thinking. He lay down and closed his eyes. He let himself taste bitterness, unhappiness, a loneliness he had never known before. But sometime later, as he was dozing off, a sense of reassurance began filtering into his mind. After all, he was still Henry Devers, the same man who had left home eleven months ago, with a love for family and friends which was, if anything, stronger than before. Once he could return to old values, old relationships, the normalcies of the backwash Before he'd become the First One, it would have been a noisy affair. His family had never been noted for a lack of ebullience, a lack of talkativeness, and Ralphie had always chosen mealtimes—especially with company present—to describe everything and anything that had happened to him during the day. And Edith herself had always chatted, especially with his mother, though they didn't agree about much. Still, it had been good-natured the general tone of their lives had been good-natured. before, but his mother had always reacted with a bright smile and a quip Aunt Lucille made a few quavering statements about the Ladies' Tuesday Garden Club, and Hank looked across the table to where she sat between irritated him with an excess of physical and verbal caresses—she barely touched his shoulder and fled. murmured something to her husband. Joe cleared his throat and said Lucille was rapidly becoming a vegetarian and he guessed she was going into the living room for a while. "She'll be back for dessert, of Hank looked at Edith Edith said, "Hank!" the lot of you." Mother and Joe returned a few minutes later where he sat forcing food down his throat. Mother said, "Henry dear—" He didn't answer. She began to cry, and he was glad she left the house then. He had never said anything really bad to his mother. He was afraid this would have been the time. Joe merely cleared his throat and mumbled something about Edith said, "He'll stay home, Hank. We'll spend an evening together—talking, watching TV, playing Monopoly." they shouldn't count on him for normal social life. He fell asleep quickly, lying there in his clothes. But he didn't sleep long. Edith shook him and he opened his eyes to a and it seemed her old smile. "They're so anxious to see you, Hank. I could barely keep Phil from coming up and waking you himself. They want to go out and do the town. Please, Hank, say you will." It didn't turn out that way. He was disappointed but then again, he'd also expected it. This entire first day at home had conditioned him to full of jokes. He patted Edith on the head the way he always had, and and Hank went right on drinking. Edith said something to him, but he face—pretty Rhona, who'd always flirted with him, who'd made a ritual of flirting with him. Pretty Rhona, who now looked as if she were going to be sick. for her to come close on her own, and she did, and yet she didn't. Because while she put herself against him, there was something in her face—no, in her eyes she was trying to be the old Edith and not succeeding. This time when the music ended, he was ready to go home. would satisfy people. Maybe that's the only way to act, like Dracula or another monster from the movies." Edith said, "Oh, Hank, don't, don't!" "Hank," Edith whispered from the guest room doorway, "I'm so sorry—" all work out in time." "Yes," she said quickly, "that's it. I need a little time. We all need a little time. Because it's so strange, Hank. Because it's so frightening. what Carlisle had told him, even as Carlisle himself had reacted as all men did. Edith said, "Yes, and I'm so grateful that you're here, Hank. Please She came to him and touched his face with her lips, and he was satisfied. Later, half asleep, he heard a dog howling, and remembered stories of how they announced death and the presence of monsters. He shivered and pulled the covers closer to him and luxuriated in being safe in his own home.

<question>:
Which best describes how Edith feels about Henry's return home?

<options>:
A She is uncertain about how the Henry in front of her is different from the one who left 11 months ago
B She feels relieved that he made it back from his trip alive.
C She is thankful that her family is now back together.
D She is nervous about how the environment of Henry's trip might have changed him.

<answer>:

A