“You need to be a little more understanding!” he lectured.
“But, how could I be anything but an overflowing cauldron of emotions?” she replied, “How does a heart beat rhythmically when it is being crushed by the cruel world outside? Don’t you see, darling, that you’re my safe haven at which I’m now unwelcome? May be, I should be understanding—understanding that sometimes my knight has forgotten the call of distress. And that, this is just a heavy cloud passing over my head; at the wake of dawn, the ghosts would have disappeared. This is just another day when I have to be my own hero.”