He flushes and glances away for only a moment, then squeezes her fingers and looks back. "I thank thee. It--" A pause, then, "It is hard. There is so much we didn't know. Perhaps, for him, it will be easier now. At least here I do not think I am headed toward certain unhappiness. And I have friends, like thee. As I told Sagramore, none at court, except perhaps Arthur, would have come to try and care for me."