Elia finally looked up. She hated this, hated feeling guilty. As if she'd purposely gone out and started a bloody row, like some heirs she could name just now. And now Myrwin wasn't even yelling. She wished he'd hurry up and get it over with.
"I heard the horse, the bowstring, and myself screaming. But no, nothing else. It was an accident- a silly one- but still an accident."