The shooing was the last straw. She had tried to be nice, and it was really very difficult. She was hardly capable of being unkind. Rather than actually stand up for herself, she looked at him in disbelief.
Megan wasn't stumbling. ...Maybe she was, a little, but she'd never admit that. The barrage of rude words had sent her into shock, and she really didn't know what she was doing. "Bloody Merlin," she whispered to herself. The intention was not for Blaise to hear that; whether he had or not depended on whether he was listening closely enough.
She wanted very badly to say something to him. He didn't want help, though, and he didn't want to talk about his day. After a brief moment, Megan decided that she should go. So she shook her head a little - he needed to know that she disapproved of all of this - and walked briskly in the direction she had originally been headed in. At least this ordeal wasn't getting in the way of her walk around the castle. She kept her head down and quickened her steps. It was only a matter of time before the tears came.