She never asks for more than she needs.
In truth, she deserves so much more than she asks for, but no one can convince her of that simple fact. She constantly refuses any special treatment, shying away from the slightest hint of the public eye.
Unless she's debating some cause she especially believes in, of course. Then the situation is completely reversed. She becomes this other person that defies description and restriction. She becomes the person I wish I could be.
"Glinda, my sweet?"
"Stop writing about me in your diary and come to bed."
She is calling me now, and I am unable to resist her siren's call.
Tomorrow we shall see the Wizard and everything will change for us. I can just feel it.