“They just…” she swallowed, “they wanted to know how that bruise I had faded so quickly. I don’t even think they believed me, but it just slipped out– it slipped out and I’d promised I wouldn’t tell a soul, I’m so sorry,” Her face crumpled again, and she quickly bowed her head, bringing a hand to frantically wipe her eyes.

"Tanith... Hey...” Galahad frowned with worry when she broke down into more tears. “It’s okay,” he whispered putting his hands on her shoulders to give her some support. “I doubt others will believe a rumor of a knight that could heal people. And even if they do,” he gave her shoulders a comforting squeeze, “I’ll figure something out. I always do.”

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Galahad turned to see his mother standing there, watching him carefully. Instinctively, he covered his cheek with his hand even though he knew it was too late to hide it from her. He just didn’t want her to look at it any longer. “It’s nothing,” he lied as he turned away, hoping to retreat to his own room to care for it himself. He didn’t want to bother her. “Fell is all. It’s really nothing serious.” He tried to put her at ease, so she wouldn’t worry too much.

“ Let us see.” she responded, entering, gently taking his hand away from his face. She frowned then, said “ You fell? Galahad, it is  a sin to lie. I would that you simply be truthful with me.”

he was a good lad, and little thought of himself over the well-being of others. but sometimes she wished he would care for himself. She could not always be there for him ( which she regretted ) often away trying to make her way for the both of them. “ please, Gal, talk with me.”

He tried to turn his head away, but the look in her eyes told him she had already seen enough. “I’m sorry...” He whispered. He felt his cheeks burn in both embarrassment and humiliation at being caught in a lie. “But honestly, mother, I am not lying. It was a small matter - a scuffle is all. Someone needed my help.” He smiled, but winced slightly when the bruise stretched. “It will heal, honest.”

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“I just… don’t understand…”

He whispered honestly when she turned her head away from him. He believed in her more than anyone. He looked up to her. He trusted her, but now…

“Why…?”

She pressed her lips together in a firm line, brow furrowing as she fought valiantly against the welling tears in her eyes.

“–because it hurt too much.”

Looking away from the tears and down at his feet, he crossed his arms. None of this was her fault. She wasn’t to blame. It was his fault for putting her in that situation.

“I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Please– please don’t be sorry,” she swallowed thickly, eyes still averted. “I know I said I wouldn’t do it any more. And I meant it. I really meant to keep that promise, but… but I didn’t know…”

The look in her eyes was too much for him. He took a few steps forward to pull her into a hug. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “I know you meant what you said. I get that.”

Feeling his arms, Tanith couldn’t hold back the tears any more. Somehow this felt worse than enduring an angry reaction. She didn’t deserve pity. “It’s not okay,” she choked, the tension in her shoulders melting away just slightly as she forced hersel to relax against him. “It’s not– I shouldn’t have.”

He held her close as she cried, whispering, “It’s okay,” over and over. As upset as he was, he really couldn’t stay mad. She had kept the secret for so long, and it was bound to slip out accidentally. “Tanith, just tell me... Who have you told?”

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Galahad could only stare in shock. She had shifted from one emotion to the next so quickly he was actually a little concerned. “Er…” He didn’t really know how to go about this. Her father had been the one that sent him out. He didn’t want her to be angry with him because it was his fault for not letting her know that he was leaving.

“I had a task that needed to be accomplished.” He explained vaguely. “I wasn’t permitted to tell others. No one was to know about it…” He shifted for one foot to the other. His hands tucked in his pockets, and suddenly everything seemed more interesting to his eyes than the eyes watching him. “I’m sorry it took so long. Can you forgive me?” He didn’t want to lose his friend. She was one of the few people the same age as him in the castle.

“No one was to know,” Jenna parroted. “So, what, you could not even come say goodbye? Perhaps make up an excuse for leaving? Galahad…” She braced herself against the desk with one hand and pinched the bridge of her nose between her forefinger and thumb in an attempt to stave off the headache that was now getting worse. “You could have died, and I would never have known. What sort of task can be so important that you could let no one know that you were even leaving?”

“Jenna...” Galahad sighed. He knew she was upset, maybe even angry. “I really am sorry about that, but it was a quick decision and I didn’t have time to let anyone know.” He stepped into the room until he was standing by her desk. He moved a few papers as he spoke. “It required the utmost secrecy. The less people that knew the better, and even telling you... it could have potentially put you in danger.” He still didn’t want to tell her the details even though they were almost positive the threat was over. It was safer that way. “I’ll do anything to make up for this.”

Galahad could only stare in shock. She had shifted from one emotion to the next so quickly he was actually a little concerned. “Er...” He didn’t really know how to go about this. Her father had been the one that sent him out. He didn’t want her to be angry with him because it was his fault for not letting her know that he was leaving.

“I had a task that needed to be accomplished.” He explained vaguely. “I wasn’t permitted to tell others. No one was to know about it...” He shifted for one foot to the other. His hands tucked in his pockets, and suddenly everything seemed more interesting to his eyes than the eyes watching him. “I’m sorry it took so long. Can you forgive me?” He didn’t want to lose his friend. She was one of the few people the same age as him in the castle.

“I just… don’t understand…”

He whispered honestly when she turned her head away from him. He believed in her more than anyone. He looked up to her. He trusted her, but now…

“Why…?”

She pressed her lips together in a firm line, brow furrowing as she fought valiantly against the welling tears in her eyes.

“–because it hurt too much.”

Looking away from the tears and down at his feet, he crossed his arms. None of this was her fault. She wasn’t to blame. It was his fault for putting her in that situation.

“I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Please– please don’t be sorry,” she swallowed thickly, eyes still averted. “I know I said I wouldn’t do it any more. And I meant it. I really meant to keep that promise, but… but I didn’t know…”

The look in her eyes was too much for him. He took a few steps forward to pull her into a hug. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “I know you meant what you said. I get that.”

“I just… don’t understand…”

He whispered honestly when she turned her head away from him. He believed in her more than anyone. He looked up to her. He trusted her, but now…

“Why…?”

She pressed her lips together in a firm line, brow furrowing as she fought valiantly against the welling tears in her eyes.

“–because it hurt too much.”

Looking away from the tears and down at his feet, he crossed his arms. None of this was her fault. She wasn’t to blame. It was his fault for putting her in that situation.

“I’m sorry... I shouldn’t have said anything.”

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“I just... don’t understand...”

He whispered honestly when she turned her head away from him. He believed in her more than anyone. He looked up to her. He trusted her, but now...

“Why...?”