Galina's eyes softened a tad. Four years old. She remembered Gawain at that age and to think a child had to go through that. Her heart clenched. "I' so sorry, she murmured, uncaring if the other woman wasn't looking for pity. I was being offered anyway. "Galinda. It's been about four years now."
Drawing into a nearby alley, she didn't want to risk anything on the off chance of being overheard, Galinda took a deep breath and forced her posture to relax a little. It didn't look like she was in any danger, but her wand was at the ready and if need be she had other ways to defend herself. Though Galinda was doubting that she would need any of it. "Thank you for your concern, as it is often warranted, but my family is providing for me." As they had always done.
She paused, a question teasing at the back of her mind. "How did you know?" Galinda asked finally. The secret was closely guarded, even more so than Gawain's actual parentage. "It's rarely talked about for obvious reasons."