His hand slid up the outside of her arm. She hated the feel of his touch even through the fabric of her robes, but she didn't shrug him away. It wouldn't do to insult him right in the middle of him possibly admitting his faction's plans. Even if she was planning to run away, she didn't want to leave Antonin completely at their mercy. If she could tell him something that might save his life, she would. Perhaps she didn't love him like he always dreamed that she would. That didn't mean she didn't still respect him, didn't still care whether he lived or died.