[Layer by layer comes off, and she drapes each piece over a chair.]

Yes. [She smiles to herself, thinking back as she unbuttons the blouse she borrowed from Bree.] I never thought he would. I didn't tell him until after we were married, and only because it came to a point where I couldn't hold it in anymore. I thought he would think me mad, or drag me back to the pyre. But he listened, and he told me he believed me. That he didn't understand, but he believed I was telling the truth.

[Much like Bree that night at the stones.]