“Well, obviously. But — stealing, cariad?” It’s not entirely a judgment, more the confusion of someone who has never truly known want in her life.
”The Sarrum cares not or what the reason was he cares or the fact it happened at all.”
“You keep so many secrets,” she muses. “Sometimes I struggle to keep the one. It’s strange to be in a place where I have to guard a secret at all.” Cuddling closer to his warmth, she says sleepily, “I am glad you escaped.”