*recoils inwardly at the change in your voice (he doesn't trust it any more than he trusts you, and now he wonders exactly how much of this Ecthelionhas heard)*
*opens his mouth to reply in the affirmative, when the fact strikes him squarely between the eyes—his memory is spotty now, at best, and he has no way of knowing what happened during those brief, blessed stretches of unconsciousness*
*goes with what truth he (thinks he) has* I never saw or heard anyone else. She never mentioned anyone else.