"I need to go wash up. I – we'll talk about this later, after I've taken some time to think," he tells her tiredly, and she nods in silent agreement, letting his hands slip free of hers with a small pang of reluctance. She stands in front of the windows, watching him stride into the bathroom without a backward glance, and then turns to stare out over the gardens, all bathed in snow melt and the setting sun.