So she had gotten out some. Not that that was anything like freedom, but he was glad for it.

His effort to put distance between them somehow spirals far from his intention and farther from his control. His face drops with genuine distress. "I -- no, I would never violate your privacy like that. The Strahl is spelled against it, besides, but if you don't trust me, there are charms we can get against it."

The last thing he wants is her to feel unsafe. With him.