He expects her to cringe, to curl her body away from him but she remained where she seated and this made all the difference. His heart gave a leap and of all the things he expected her to say.. asking him if he was okay was not it.
He smiles weakly and shrugs slightly.
"As well as I can be," he admits softly. "For a while I couldn't manage to drink anything given to me by anyone.. and it took me a while to feel okay out in the public. Not many people recognize me for my father did what he did to keep me out of harms way. He was convinced the dark lord would rather kill someone like me before ask me to join, so he simply forced it. He didn't force me to do the final battle, I think he knew they wouldn't win... Maisie?"
He takes a hand to the back of his head and shyly glances away.
"Does this ruin things? Will you not see me again, after knowing this?"