His expression hardens. It's just a faint shadow, but it's there in the line of his jaw and the way his eyes study her so closely.
"It hardly matters," he says, a little clipped. "As I suspect you would have continued not speaking."
He feels a fool for not knowing, for not having tried to help because he was ignorant of the problem, but worst is the heaviness in his heart at the realization that even now, after everything they've entrusted to each other, she still chooses to carry her worries alone.
"He spoke to me in the dungeons. Truly, he is the reason I escaped. If Sir Guy had not come to bring him food, I expect I'd have hanged in the morning."
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"It hardly matters," he says, a little clipped. "As I suspect you would have continued not speaking."
He feels a fool for not knowing, for not having tried to help because he was ignorant of the problem, but worst is the heaviness in his heart at the realization that even now, after everything they've entrusted to each other, she still chooses to carry her worries alone.
"He spoke to me in the dungeons. Truly, he is the reason I escaped. If Sir Guy had not come to bring him food, I expect I'd have hanged in the morning."