She stopped herself mid-sentence to keep from admitting where she'd actually been. It was still a sensitive subject. Based on the slight reddening of Antonin's cheeks and the way he didn't meet her eyes, she knew that he didn't want to talk about what the previous year had been like. Maybe one day when all of their present worries were over, assuming they both lived that long of course, they could have a frank discussion about that horrible year. She hoped that it would finally clear the air.