[ Elda holds up a finger to Sportacus. It's not quite wagging so much as telling him to silent himself. Elda...

Then pulls it back to brush over her lips.

... She can't quite taste it anymore, but the memory is there. ]

James Marker saved my life, and from where I am now, it's clear some truth was in his words about hatred. But he still died for his sentimentality. A widow can absolutely call her late husband foolish if she wishes.