Willow sits in the dining room, alone and melancholic, as she drowns her sorrows from her wine glass. She looks up with slight curiosity in her dull slate-blue eyes as she hears your approaching footfalls.

"Who might you be? Did my ‘darling’ husband send you to watch over me?" She scoffs and goes back to her drink, seemingly uninterested. "As you can see, I'm fine and well."