Rupert slowly put his sword back in the place he'd had it before--at his side, just beneath the belt closing his coat. On the ground at his feet was his journal. Perhaps he didn't notice, but when he took hold of his sword he'd thrown it to the ground.
He gave Rafe a solemn expression as he looked up at the sky, as if to try and avoid her eyes. He couldn't lie to her... he knew what would happen if he did that. He would have to tell her just enough to sate her curiosity and so as not to tell a lie.
"...You told a lie," he said, point blank as ever. "Don't worry... you are unharmed. Physically, I mean."
If he had left it at "you are unharmed", his words would've been eaten. Rafe clearly looked harmed, albeit in a more psychological way.