Brave enough to meet her eyes again, she could sense something strange in the man. He lacked some of the usual confidence that he carried. Either he was actually telling her the truth or he was doing a damned fine job of pretending he was. Despite her many years of experience ferreting out the truth from those she tortured for information, she struggled to properly read the wizard. Maybe she was too close to the situation to be impartial or objective. He'd been eliciting strong emotions out of her since they were eleven.