She was startled a little as the girl asked her to tell her about her fiance. She sniffed a little more but held it in this time. Something though had upset her, however, about the question. "He... he... well... he was a miner by trade... tall... cute... he had curly hair." She lightly laughed a little, as she tried to remember him and closed her eyes, though some tears peeked through and rand down her cheeks. "I loved him... he was kind... supportive... comforting... really protective... I felt safe to be with him... but..." She sniffled a bit more and her face twisted and trembled a little as she tried to talk more. As she continued, she started to break down a little again. "He... he even... *sniff* on our wedding he even tried to protect me... from them... they... they... *sniff* <cries a little more but holds it in and shakes her head>... He died... they shot him in the end... he... took it instead... of me... he... he was dead before he hit the ground... though... I'd die if... I knew he knew I was here... like this... It would break his heart... ~greeii-~... <sobbing a little and then stops>... I... I should stop... I don't want to talk about it right now... I'm an emotional wreak..." She sobs a little more and takes a scope of water with her hands to wash her face.
"Please... change the topic.. *sniff*... what's that tool you said?"
