*The rain's suddenly very loud. Amrita, too, buys herself time with a sip of her drink, with a nibble of chocolate. This was always going to come up--Remus is one of very few who knows the truth about her, anyway. So the truth is what's needed here. Or as much of it as possible. Eyes lowered, she begins carefully.*

Ah. I don't--I don't do the Registry anymore.

I don't exist anymore, technically. I'm only a foreign bride, now.