Goose winced when she inferred that she couldn't trust Conda. It had been his orders to report everything that happened while Goose was gone. Conda earned his own tongue lashing for not reporting in when Temple had fled the house in the first place. Since everything worked out in the end, the rebuke had been fairly mild. He sat there and let her rest for a minute until she tried to get out of eating. It had been too long and she needed to eat.<br/><br/>"Conda learned to follow my orders quite literally," he explained. "If I can trust you to tell me the truth when I ask, I'll let Conda know that he can keep anything you wish to keep private. He won't tell anyone else what happened. It's hard enough to get him to talk normally. I'm surprised he talk as much as he did with you. Now, you NEED to eat. The soup will help you beat this cold, Temple. Let's go."<br/><br/>He stood up and wrapped his hand her waist to escort her to the kitchen.