Her heart feels like a stone. She almost puts the awful shame and terror at I'm sure you're too loyal and faithful for that into something like words, and feels a defensive argument raising up inside her about how it's a good thing that she at least understands Good, or has a better grasp on something like it than most Chelish people, or she wouldn't be able to do her job at all -
And then she flinches away from the thought, from the entire genre of thoughts, because there may in fact be something truly horrible there, and the Queen has found some piece of her heart and is showing her, she thinks, how easily she could crush it in her hands, and how justified she would be in doing so, and Korva is weak and pathetic and frightened and doesn't want to be crushed, not like that, not in a moment, not without time to resign herself to what's happening -
"I see, you Majesty."