It'd be false to say that she hadn't paused, or that she hadn't briefly reexamined their own dynamic even as something inside her twisted in sympathy; it is a terrible thing to be separated from your children, and it is a terrible thing that she has known too many times, by virtue of necessity and of her own nature.

Benevenuta is not known for being a teller of truths, but-- still. She doesn't say that.

“I don't imagine I am keeper of all your secrets.”

Just a few; like he had a few of hers.