Catrin walked in, taking in the sight of weak and frail sight of Idris. She frowned, not liking seeing him like that.
But more than that, she didn't like the way she was getting treated. It was humiliating. "I am your wife, yet you are refusing to see me. Is this how you are going to treat me now?"
Arwen looked at her, but she didn't intervene.
Idris turned his gaze towards her as well and frowned. "What are you doing here?" he asked as though he wasn't expecting to see her there.
"What?" Catrin asked, not understanding what he meant by that. "You are asking me what am I doing here? Really, Idris?"
"I am your wife." She walked closer, stepping closer to his bed. "Of course, I have to be here. I don't understand why I was the only one who was informed at the end. Shouldn't I be kept informed of your situation first?"
"No, that wasn't required," Idris didn't even hesitate.
"What do you mean by that, Idris? How am I so insignificant? I —"
