She bristles, and she's flustered enough and tired enough from the extremely long day that she just... turns away, heading up to the head of the bed. "We don't all think like that," she almost snaps. Hasn't she proven that yet, even just in the brief few times they've spent more than an hour in the same room? Married or no, he's still generalizing her people, and it's a trait she's fought so hard against for so long-

He pops into her mind, and she shakes her head as if to clear it. Now isnt the time for proving her point. No need to give the King those memories as cheap receipts.

"Unfortunately," she sighs, frustrated, "I wasn't really given the grace of having anyone left to teach me much, especially about the ancients."

...she almost regrets it, now that the words are out. It's not fair to throw that at him, she knows, but it's not altogether untrue. Demons had slaughtered her family...