( Oh. She is thankful that he can't see her, because she's just winced and is fairly certain her face has gone white as a sheet. And still, her voice betrays her, quavering in a way that infers understanding and empathy when she speaks again. )

I see. Are you alone during that time, then? Or at least able to keep one-another company?

That's certainly better than the alternative. I'm glad.

( Neatly skirting the topics of drugs and orgies for now, thank-you! ) What would you call it?