Marek wouldn't have known the difference between the story she told him and what her brother and friends knew, and he certainly wouldn't have fact-checked it. Not knowing them (well, except for Fletcher, but he didn't know Fletcher well), it was unlikely that it would come up in random conversation, either. Not that he would have blamed her for erring on the side of caution.
"I hope not," he said. "I can see how some people might think, since you're a wandmaker, you can just make another - but you really love wands, don't you?" That was the impression he was getting.
They drew nearer the restaurant, and he held the door for her. "Milady."