[ She almost looks away from that serious face, afraid of anger or disappointment, but... he'd kept the bracelet. If she deserved understanding, surely he would give it. So though her gaze dips for a brief moment, it comes back up to meet his, even as it is silently pleading. ] Many memories returned to me during Vera Misham's trial...precious memories.

[ She pauses, and sits down, giving them some time to follow suit if they wish before she continues. ] It used to be that I wore both as a set. Then, I had a beautiful, strong son... [ and she smiles for a moment despite her worry, but as genuine and bright as it is, it slips away as she admits: ] but I myself was not strong enough to keep him.