It was hard to deny just how nervous and tense the situation was. Derrin was possibly the least harmful of all the men it could have been. He kept himself looking as calm and civilised as he could, despite the fact he could feel their opportunity for escape drifting away beneath his feet. His heart was already clammed img in his chest. This was treason and of course he was nervous. He gave a short nod as conversation was directed back towards him. 

"It may not be the best food in Andor, but the colder farms still provide us with something." He was cautious, as always, watching quietly. He could feel weariness and exhaustion behind his eyes, yet he needed to be alert. Gods forgive what would happen if he let her die. "Most of the men here were given as children, a high number have never experienced the company of a lover, whether paid for or otherwise." Roran interjected. It was odd to think that the majority of the men living in Cannor, which stood so small against the mountains to the north, would die without ever experiencing a woman. Those who had shared their bed with another would agree it was a sad fact, yet it was never spoke of. Perhaps it was the sheer cold that kept mens' desires at bay. 

"Perhaps a softer voice would allow me to relax." He suggested, his voice clinging to a reason for wishing to spend time with Ysabel. "It makes a change to the voices of the brothers were both share." His entire body was screaming for rest, whether it be by Derrin's leave, or by a place to sleep. Eyes lifted to study the healer, a man smarter than most others in the keep. He didn't seem to know too much, not by appearance but what did Roran know? He was psychic. He couldn't tell from appearance. But he feared the worst. If Derrin knew, chances were, the others knew. The blonde could already feel his palms sweating. 

He watched the two of them and frowned. Derrin had to know, the look on his face wasn't normal. Yet it wasn't the assumption most normal people made, it was a last choice, a quick grasp at fantasy. They may not have been in the worst place in the the country if others knew, but they still weren't safe. He nodded again at Derrin's request and glanced over at Ysabel. There was a wave of relief to see the man finally leaving. Roran sighed gently and checked the lock on the door. Derrin had deffintely disappeared from earshot.

He turned over to Ysabel and hesitantly nodded. 
"Thank you." He commented, walking over quietly. He pulled the chair closer to the bed and sat down, chewing on the bread. It was softer than usual, deffintely tastier. He assumed that they'd baked specifically for Ysabel. Regardless, he ate. "I'd suggest before the hour is up. There's a chance that he knows, you're doomed if he does." He finished quietly and stood slowly. "No one needs to know, no one can know." They'd leave as soon as she was finished eating, if anyone with more power found out, no doubt the Caoital would know before dawn. The Wastes were a month away, on horseback, and walking would take much longer.