Muttering
I am not capable of guaranteeing her safety and the Dark Lord has been unusually evasive about the subject. But who can I go to? Who would believe me? The dark figure paced across the threadbare rug that lay sullenly before the fireplace. The past few months had been even more trying than the ones before and the strain clearly showed on Severus' face. "I must protect her! I must! But who…." Severus kept muttering and kept pacing, still no closer to an answer than he had been when he started. "I can't, but I must! If he kills me on sight I'll deserve it, but maybe he'll hear me out! He must hear me out!" Decision made, Severus practically flew to his writing desk and composed a short message:
I have information you need, and you can have it for a price.
-S.S.
He tied the message to the leg of his owl and then watched her dark form fade into the night. "Fly faster you old bird, I need an answer tonight!"