She turns pale as salt, and puts out one hand to steady herself against the railing, but he's every right to say it and not wrong to do so.

(gilly-girl)

Wind whips at her golden hair, tossing it around her as she nods to him, and oh, but her fog-gray glance is clear as it meets his.

"Ye've given no offense, but only said true out of love for yer friend and his wife, and I'll not ever hold that against ye. And I'll cry yer pardon, if I've brought aught of harm or distress by my being here as I am - to ye, to others dear to him, or to the lady queen."

She's proud that her voice doesn't tremble.

"I'd never wish to do so, nor to cause him hurt of any sort. He's one of the most honorable and best men I've ever known in all my days and after, ye've my word on that, if ye'll take it."