[ She flinches as if he had struck her, all her irritation fading in one quick stroke. But the anger and hatred and mocking he expects is not what replaces it. Instead her eyes glisten with more fear than anger, and what little anger there is is only an attempt to keep herself up right.

She doesn't understand, he is speaking in riddles and she can't ─ ]

How? [ It is a whisper at first, in part because she hopes she had heard differently. He cannot know of her magic, can he? She clears her throat, trying to shake it off ─ pretending she did not hear it, but the terrified air clinging to her heavily betrays her. ] Fall for what? To my knowledge I have done nothing wrong, I know you are not stupid Arthur just as much as I know I would never betray you.

[ Never, never. She is just scared, scared he will hate her if he learns the truth, scared he will have to tell Uther and have her killed. Scared, scared, so very scared. ]