No, she was not. And Corbie wasn't a fool, either, though she felt something inside her ease when he looked at her finally.

"It's..." she chewed her lip. And then figuring she'd never find the right words, she'd just speak and hope it came out okay. "I know it ain't the same. And I don't know what to say, other than I'm sorry she was all you had. I don't know... what that kinda burden must feel like or if it should ever go away because yeah, people are dead and at your hand and that's fucking horrible. But you're not. I only ever knew you to be patient and gentle and loving and I'm not afraid and I'm not disgusted and I'm not ashamed and I never fucking will be."