Don't speak of doubt.

“That is fine.”

Larkin could see she was not lying. She hadn’t lied to him yet this night, and having already seen her lie, he knew what she would do if she tried. He did suspect that there was something else; something beyond this that was important enough to make her worry, but it didn’t matter to him. He knew of the Sadrians, a winged people who kept clear of the kingdom, his kingdom now, and were rarely ever encountered. This did not change his dislike for them. Perhaps this was what worried her, but how could she know?

“Where do you live now?” He watched her easily now, his decision to keep her already made.

“I don’t have a home,” she said softly, looking away, as if ashamed.

“Your invitation to stay here still remains. It would please me if you did accept.”