"Oh? Is he not well?" It was polite curiosity. She didn't really expect an answer. This was one of the situations where the clan kept things close to themselves. The fact that it didn't bother her to be kept in the dark about something that involved her husband was probably a bad sign in and of itself.

She sighed and stared down into the water for a long moment. How to answer that question? She didn't want to be told she was being silly or that it was hormones. She was becoming quite familiar with how hormonal swings felt. This was different.

"Several things," she admitted finally. "But, nothing I know how to fix. Might not be fixable."