She clung to him (her king, her savior, her god, her soul's mate, her greatest friend) gratefully, trying to find an order to her scattered thoughts. "Um." A quick glance over at Keiran, their knees bumping under the table like scared children in the dark. "I guess it wouldn't do any good to get the Reader's Digest version, huh?"
Oh, God. She was scared. Hands down the scariest moment of her life, right there. Everything in her was screaming no, to walk away, to end this conversation right here and go bake a bunt cake and forget everything.
"Just..." But a surge of bravery, there, almost hidden in the muddle. Lexi didn't recognize it - she was too busy running terrified - but it gave her a familiar set to her jaw, a glint in her eyes, and she took a breath and nodded at Arthur, her hand so small in his, holding firmly, never letting go. "Tell me what I need to know."