"I really don’t know," Enola whined, lowly. "It’s not as straightforward for you as it was for Harry. You cant place him as a panacea, because he represents the very thing that caused your ailments. Can you imagine what would happen if you got married, but at the key moment at the altar, or in bed on the wedding night, you rejected him at the last minute because of some crippling flashback to your last marriage? I can definitely see that happening, and the fallout it would cause."