Nor should you.

[Henry remarks, a transient, bitter edge to those words and his expression. It fades quickly, but so quickly it is easily missed.

Maketh promised him, once, that she would never keep him in the dark. Look where her broken word has left them now.]

Delay it not. In the future I would suggest informing us of anything pertinent sooner.

[With that said, Henry stands, despite not having sat for long.]

I thank you for the truth.

[With her telling told, he assumes that she's done here.]