She jumped along with the inkwell, startled into looking at him. "Well, I thank you for that much. It'd be pure hell explaining that to Henry," she quipped before quite realizing she'd spoken.
So much for contrition. Elia's temper got the better of her. "I'm not going to die just because the Starks insist on trying to arrange it, you are the best of my brothers- so long as you don't tell Henry- and now you're just being unreasonable."