More than anything

It's a rather firm protest for something that's merely a friendship and Demelza raises her eyebrows in amused surprise at the vehemence of Greta's response. If someone were to ask her about Dwight, she knows her response would be similar -- that they've only ever been friends -- but she'd not feel such a need to insist upon it, for gossip exists everywhere and she's sure there is at least one person in Cornwall who'd thought her to be having an affair with Dwight Enys. Insisting so firmly only leads her to believe there is something more, something perhaps Greta is not yet prepared to explore on her own.

"Hm," she says softly, watching Greta fill out the form for a moment. If she doesn't want to speak of it further than that, Demelza won't press her overly much, but she does need it known that if Greta were to have something she wanted to share, Demelza would be open to whatever it may be.

"And did he take to 'ee?" she asks, gentling her voice some. "Tis not that I mean to pry, tis only that... well, you ought to be happy. And you ought to have countless men flinging themselves at 'ee between your beauty and your kindness and your baking. And I know happiness isn't always found with a man and that bein' on your own is nothing at all to be ashamed of, but the way your cheeks went pink..."

It's more than just friendship, she thinks.