It hurts. It hurts and it cuts at them both and while Compassion has focused to a narrowed dart to concern themselves over the physical this is an ache that transcends guilt and frustration to settle in her bones. In whatever scraps of a heart he might have left. "I am Orlesian and of noble blood. The only reason most had for associating with me outside of our studies was what they could try to get from me. What use I might have to them in the game."

Which had been precious little- but the words hurt. Saying them hurts and Compassion roils on the other side of the veil, distressed. "It is not too much to assume the pattern may yet hold true here."

Even if he was not Orlesian. Even if he is as he said he might be- how can she trust that?

"You know the only things worth knowing. Everything, everyone is a tool for a dual purpose, the sweeter the appearance? The more venomous the intent." Whether it is frustration or self disgust that twists her words- she can't say. Perhaps both. "Bards are spies. Assassins. Even in the Spire we knew this and I will be damned before she takes that life. It will destroy her"