𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙; 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟. 𝐼 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑐 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛.

[ She doesn't know if she will or not, but right now she has bigger things on her mind. Her bees are dead, her home needs half a roof, and she misses the wrong husband. ]

'𝐿𝑜𝑠𝑡' 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔. 𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑒, 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡.

[ This is her only chance to downplay things, while he can't see her face as she attempts to lie her way out of his concern. ]