Who is this Winslow?

Arwen looked at Aiden through the mirror and pressed her lips in a thin line. Turning around, she narrowed her gaze at him. Pressing her hands over her hips, she pouted, "Husband, you already made me accept your condition, but you are still upset. Aren't you putting me at a loss?" 

Aiden crossed his arms as he stared at her. His brows were still slightly furrowed in concern while his gaze was steady. "Accepting my condition doesn't make me any less concerned, Moon," he said. 

Arwen softened. She could feel his fear, his dread of seeing her hurt and it kind of warmed her heart. She never knew someone's concern could make one feel so relaxed. But here with him concerned for her, she felt it unnecessary to stay concerned for herself.