Slightly winded from attacking him, and being thrown to the ground, her chest heaved beneath him. She was glaring at him, baring her teeth. Obviously angry. Obviously pissed off at him.
More than that. Did he think this was all a game?
Was she reading too much into it? Should it have been a game to her?
The fact that she felt hurt, felt winded and crushed by the fact that Ithacles apparently did not care was a clear indication that she should go off to the mountains and stay in a damned outpost until she'd repaid Ithunvel.
She shouldn't be here.
"I'm mad at you!" And yet, she had to open her mouth. "I'm hurt! Get off of me before I catch my breath." She nearly growled, a reaction that was pure dragon. But one she could not do right now.