Her first instinct was to tell her husband to shut up about his murdered mistress, but she knew that wouldn't be fair. She couldn't allow her own jealousies and insecurities to get in the way of one of the few open, honest conversations they'd had in their entire marriage. Even when they were in the privacy of their Hogsmeade bedroom whispering about their frustrations with the regime and those that they served with, there had always been a large amount of guarding their true feelings. If Antonin was able to sit there calmly as she discussed wishing she could be in love with another man, she could afford him the same courtesy.