"Quite. It's been so long since I've seen her so happy." That sign again, hand sweeping up his chest as if gathering up his heart. "I don't only mean since I've came here -- I mean before, at court. She can smile through sadness as well as I can, but in the years before I killed my brother, it seldom reached her eyes. I used to bring her stories to make her laugh, but the more jealous my brother became ... the more I believed I brought her nothing but miseries. The sadness in her eyes confirmed it. But some of what I saw was worry." He signs only the words he knows, the feeling words, and it's well that he learned those first. They make him notice feelings more when he speaks. "She told me ... she spent most of her life worrying about me. But not here. Not with thee."