There's the same flush again, but at least this time, she can skim right past in the guise of taking another small bite. "No... he says I am not to be... shown yet. At least beyond Lady Mythal's inspection."

She picks apart a little bit of bread, a precarious amount of stacking of cheese over it, before she eats that too. "I am to train... make myself strong. Prove if I am worth what he... bought me for. If I was worth saving at all." The words aren't hers, easy to tell - after all, she had been full of indignant rage, when they had brought her in. Numb to all else.

No, they were Elgar'nan's words to her. Newly marked, blinded and confused with the pain and grief.