She's silent, absolutely seething at the attack. "It's not different than any of you here," she snaps back, retreating another step and shaking her head. "Fine. Suffer on your own. I'll go read."

It probably does very little for their 'happy newlywed' image as she slams the door of their room and all but flies down the hall, as from from him as she can. He wants her to read? Fine. The library is home to one of the few only other people she 'knows' anyway.