Demelza listens to Baz with interest, hungry for any knowledge that may be offered to her. Ever since leaving Illugan for Nampara, she had found herself completely in love with learning and Darrow offers more opportunity for it yet, through the library, of course, and the strange computer she's yet to master, and the people she's met. They all know so much more than she does and she is determined to learn everything from them that she can.

"Classism," she echoes, her voice soft and she nods at what Baz says next. "Men don't often bed down with other men where I'm from. I mean... somehow I'm sure tis something that happens regardless, just that it happens quietly, under the cover of night and no one will talk of it. Seems silly, t'be honest. Love is love." And people love who they love at the end of it all. Demelza doesn't understand why it matters, what any of it matters to others. She and Ross never hurt anyone with their love and she knows Baz and Simon haven't either. If anyone perceives hurt from it, it's their own biases, she decides.

"Well, I think you and Simon both are lovely," she tells Baz, squeezing his arm. "And should anyone say a mean thing t'either of 'ee about it, tell me, and they shall have a thrashing."