There was no warmth in him now. No gentleness as he watched her fidget and did nothing to lighten his regard. Not until she answered, at least, and then he closed his eyes and breathed deeply, allowing no hint of his true emotions to reach his face. "So. You know." He repeated her own words, flat and low and infinitely weary. It was not a kindness that Jack had done her.
It may well have put her in greater danger.
So be it.
"If Flora seeks you out," he said slowly, opening his eyes and pinning the Luminary once more with a gaze as deep as the Maw. "Could you lie to her?" Not would she. Could she. Did the forthright former queen have it in her to tell a believable untruth to someone who knew her enough to trust her with the slimmest chance at salvation?
It may well have put her in greater danger.
So be it.
"If Flora seeks you out," he said slowly, opening his eyes and pinning the Luminary once more with a gaze as deep as the Maw. "Could you lie to her?" Not would she. Could she. Did the forthright former queen have it in her to tell a believable untruth to someone who knew her enough to trust her with the slimmest chance at salvation?
