Been bragging to somebody about it quite recently, and so today I re-read it, again. And no, I don't think I've had enough.

"It's fine - I was just wondering whether this would make any difference (...) but it won't," she said emphatically. "This -" and she indicated the two of them, pale skin against pale winter skin tinged gold in the light of the last remaining candle, "- this is an expression, not a definition. It won't be any different - if things were going to change, they would have changed by now. And I won't give a hostage to fortune - not after all these months."

The Fire and the Rose, Chapter 36