Her glance outside goes without notice as Lucrezia's mind shifts firmly to Paolo, her Narcissus. The pain was still deep and fresh, being separated from him and not knowing how he was. Had he been beaten or killed? She had tried to keep those thoughts from her mind when she had fled Giovanni's home, but it never really struck her before how much of a dangerous situation she had left Paolo in. It hurt to imagine him away, even more so paying the price for their affair.

She shook her head, trying to chase away the ghosts and find something good about it all. For now, there was nothing and likely wouldn't be until she could consider it alone. "I don't know what has happened to him. My husband may have killed him."