Her stern words were perfect justified, but it did nothing to quell his feeling, the growing gnawing ache that surely now his fate has been sealed. She didn't understand what she had done here, and the extent of the consequences of how it would affect them. This whole fabrication had saved them, only briefly because it was completely feasible that the pregnancy was too early to show at this time.
Even healers could only extend so much in their ability.
Theiryk kept his mouth shut however and shook his head. "No, I'm not injured. Not more than before anyway. The healers do their job well, that's why they are absolutely respected. And why your fear of them was not completely understood," he said gently, sighing as if to push away the weight that seemed to drag down his shoulders.
"I'm sorry Navarre," he found himself saying, feeling odd for apologizing to anyone let alone her. "But, this is going to get out of hand. Very quickly, I just have a bad feeling about it all. My father will kill me. And if he discovers you're lying, will kill you as well."