If Aeotha was surprised by what he was doing, or what he had said, she certainly wasn't showing it. Her eyes bore no surprise, instead they were narrowed in anger that could not be suppressed in normal ways. Calm Aeotha snapped in half the more he talked. Sure, she'd gone to far, Aeotha could admit that to herself, but he made her go to far. He could have insulted everything else about he. Called her thin and pointy. Called her ugly. Made fun of Lorien! Aeotha could have let that all slide. But her father. Her brother. And Eibhear. Skandra did not want to bring Eibhear into this. But he had. All bets were off as far as Aeotha was concerned. Something in her twisted up, where there might have been tears and screaming, Aeotha found cool hate.
"I saved your ass plenty of times Skandra. Do you honestly believe you'd still be living and breathing if I hadn't been able to save us inside that temple? Or when we were in the Tomb of the Champion? I'm weak? I seem to remember you out of breath far more than I, although smoking and drinking would do that to you. Do you even realize how horrible you really are?" Aeotha was thinking about this, rolling this around in her head. What could hurt him, truly hurt him as much as he hurt her with his words. Just remembering him bring up Eibhear made her want to light him on fire and watch him burn.
She'd rather be killed by those Paladins than live another day beside him. "At least my parents always stood beside me. They were proud of me. Your mother cursed you and sent you on your way. She knew you were no good so she sent you away. Your wife is lucky she died before she knew you for who you really are." Aeotha's hands twitched at her sides, nails dug into her palms. She was so angry with him. Just hearing his words roll around her head was enough to entice her into an attack. She didn't move, but as she stared at him hard and angry the hat on his head burst into flame.
Ha. Aeotha would have laughed if she wasn't so angry.