[Just like he won't see how she's poured so much into him, like how she looks like she could use bed rest herself- or at least a sit down with a soup and a really good sandwich.

Or a session where she was screaming and slamming a hammer against something that would be fun to break. She hasn't had an outlet for all of the anger, the rage that was enough to make others tremble. They took her people and they treated them like this? They used them like this? And they were sloppy to boot. She saw that in listening to people, in her search and it was...enough to fuel her righteous rage even more.

And here he is, going with saying that he wants her, touches her in the boob and...says that the debt must be paid and apologies.

Something cracks, and she sighed, hot breathed, and closed her eyes. It wouldn't be fair to take her anger out on him.]

This isn't the time for you to apologize to me. You're vulnerable.

You should eat it already. We can talk about debts and apologies later.

[It being...well, what's just filling up the room right now. Her wrath.]