She assured her husband in a whisper that it was better. In truth, it was much worse. Having him worry about her would only get on her nerves, making it even more unbearable. Whether it was the bright sunshine or the crush of the people all around her, each second that ticked past only made the pain worse. She hoped that the funeral would be over quickly. Maybe she would even give in to the desire to drink a potion. Much more of the pain and she wouldn't worry about being left vulnerable.