Her name on his lips had her shiver and she swallowed heavily, looking down at his hand on hers and she stared between him and Hope. "A symbol? Why... How." Though she turned her head, "I didn't..." Medina closed her eyes, face having fallen. Everything felt bittersweet and she let her head fall, her long hair falling from her shoulder to drape around her arm.
"I didn't want things to turn out like this." She whispered, turning back to Hope, pressing her lips to his forehead, "I was supposed to have you at home. With my brother. Run away and keep you forever," she whispered against his head, voice soft before she gave a watery look to the Duke. "His skin is too much like mine to belong to your wife," Medina said softly, a quiet little observation.