[Edelgard's eye winds up twitching a tiny bit at that second bit; though she keeps a smile on her face, she can tell that's a jab at what she's said prior. She's honestly perfectly ready to give him a bit of an earful on just why this could be seen as anything but friendship, but...

Then he asks that question and there's no denying that what little color is on her face completely disappears, despite her expression not changing. She knows she should have expected this much--she had asked about his own, but there's no way she can tell him so much about what has happened. Nobody can know, and quite simply, she's not sure he'd believe her even if she did trust him enough to tell him everything.

Edelgard doesn't let any of that uncertainty or discomfort show in her expression, though she closes her eyes and takes another sip of tea, letting the silence hang in the air.]

It wasn't as steeped in tradition as your own, I can say that much.

[It's a very simple answer, said with all of the neutrality in the world. It's as if Edelgard isn't even effected by the questioning, but well...Lorenz likely knows her better than that by now.]

...Even so, I am thankful that you're willing to share this much with me. [...] But you surely must realize just how people could see such a thing, don't you?

[...yeah she's not letting that go very easily.]