"So your fiance was the homicidal immortal?" The irony makes her want to laugh in a kind of startled surprise and so she does, cutting loose with a low barking chuckle. "God, I'm sorry, I shouldn't laugh. It's just— We thought she was my best friend's almost-fiancee. It's complicated. Sorry yours was complicated, too."

It's oddly nice being able to discuss something which would've been a raw wound, a glaring emotional hurt still scabbed-over and healing; instead, now, it's easier to handle. Not as big a deal.

"I'm Camilla, by the way." A beat. "Not immortal. Promise."