[ though she is certainly capable of gentleness, as he has seen, alisaie often struggles to express her heart in ways that most might understand. it certainly doesn't help that she is exhausted, but his words rile her somewhere deep, her blood running hot, her jaw tightening at the joints with frustration she cannot find the words to explain. ]

It is for me to decide who is worth my time and who is not. Not you.

[ she says, firmly, a scowl etched deeply on her face. what nonsense is this that he is spouting? how easy he finds it to lay down his own conveniences for others, but it seems all too unwilling to receive it in kind. ]

Why should you be unworthy? What great sin have you committed that has made you unsuitable for care? That is the most ridiculous thing you have ever said, which is no doubt a feat.