His anger, she expects. The way his voice is colder, more distant, more sharp, louder even when the timbre doesn't change. She can bare that. She just stood in a room for hours, her whole body is still singing with the aches, and watched far worse things said, about people's live, with glee.

But, even when the words about Guy are circling for confusion, she can't take Caspian last words. The snap went without thinking about it, because she couldn't believe he'd ever even thought. "I would not have let you hang."