( She hasn't asked, and he probably shouldn't tell. Control the flow of information, let the other leaders wrangle what sort of details get out, this is a security risk—

But Stephen trusts Gwenaëlle with an automatic kneejerk unthinking instinct, where it feels the most natural thing in the world to tell her. )

Don't mention this more widely. The seneschal's been poisoned. He seems fine for now, but I'm attending to it.

Be— ( A brief pause, his laser focus slipping at the thought of her out there and this threat being wider than one glass of wine, one target. ) Be careful.