It wasn't often Cyndia avoided the warm, loving gaze of her husband. But now was one of those rare times. Her own blue eyes glanced down at her hands, thinking. How best to bring this up? Even thinking about it had her face warming. Just a touch.

"Well..." Just state it plainly. She took a breath before looking up at him and continuing. "Mother tried to impress upon me a situation she feels is important." Cyndia loved her mother to pieces. Truly. But in this one instance she wasn't sure all that love was quite enough.