[it doesn't. Keyleth's forehead wrinkles, and she takes another drink with a huff of frustration.]

I told him I didn't care about that. It's hurt me more to be held at arms length like I'm--like--like the things that we've been through and all the work we did to get here meant nothing.

[sure, the idea of having to share isn't one she loves, but she's gotten used to it. she's made her peace with that, because what else could she do?]