I'm sorry

Samira's footsteps echoed as she entered the inn where they were staying. The first thing she did? Climb the stairs and take a shower.

A lot had happened, and her emotions were complicated now... A lot... had somehow returned to her.

Despite clearly being frustrated with the previous incident, at least now her name was cleared in the city... And that was really great.

Was her life okay? Who knows? She wasn't sure if she could still say that. An important question continued to linger in her thoughts...

Her husband.

Yes, the man she fell in love with and now... loves... No, she wasn't worried at all about Rogue wanting to meet him; that didn't really matter. It wasn't as if she could choose which woman her husband would get close to. She had already accepted that he wasn't a one-woman man, but rather the only man for a woman.