[... Caught.

Though Sieglinde was more than willing to be indirect about things, to cloak them in the mysterious realm of terms exclusive to those who studied magic, she was less comfortable doing it on purpose... And far less comfortable outright lying, particularly to those she trusted. And after all, who could she trust if not those two who had revealed to her the painful truth her life had been, risked their own lives to give her a chance to live hers outside of Wolfsschlucht?

(Hah.)]

I took several precautions...

[But she knows he's right and that she had done something potentially unwise, so he didn't even need to say much for her to already be looking slightly guilty. After the night she'd spent healing those injured in the prison break, there had been a small bandage on her own arm, hidden beneath her sleeve, after all.]

No binding contract was made, and I diluted the blood I gave him to reduce potency in case it was to be used for ill-

[Possessed of the bad habit of spilling too much when caught in a lie, Sieglinde would likely never make a particularly good liar.]