(there will be a fight, whether he wants one or not, because her eyes roll immediately upon hearing his voice. she's hurt, and she's been hurt by him, over, and over again. why did she expect anything different? of course he couldn't let it go, even if it were not his own people to free.

so, she jumps from her bed, arms crossed with her chest puffed and her chin high.)

We need to talk? You need to talk. I've talked! I talk to you all the time. Even when you're not... There, I'm talking to you. Thing is, Silco, you don't listen. So, what is it this time? Vander made you do it? You were working on finding the King on the backstage? Or, let me guess, the knife just happened to go through his arm.