Later that morning when Antonin kissed her goodbye, she allowed herself the chance to sit alone in the cottage to really consider how much worse off she could've been. While her life had been far from perfect or even all that happy, she knew that she was better off than most. If she'd been able to stay away from the dangers of potions addictions and didn't allow herself to be seduced into Rodolphus" bed the first time, who knew what kind of life she might have had?