He squeezed her tighter against him and peppered her curls with kisses. She knew it was immature to continue to pout like a child. His behavior was too similar to how she was treated when she was living in the Resistance's village. No one told her anything. Everything was a giant secret and they didn't even try to hide the fact that they weren't sharing. Perhaps she had grown too used to being a high ranking member of the Inner Circle, privy to almost everything that went on. Her husband and a few others were ranked higher than she, but never did she feel left out. Even if he wouldn't tell her in the moment, she knew to expect the next time she was alone with her husband in the privacy of their bed, he would divulge all of the secrets he knew.