Euphie, I really don't wish to go into this any further with you. [Her tone is curt, perhaps a bit hurt. Does she really think so little of her?
How can she confidently judge the situation when her life was cruelly disrupted by the person she is trying so desperately to protect? Since when did Cornelia become the bad guy? Pinching the bridge of her nose, she suddenly feels very tired and cranky.
She turns toward the door, a hand on the hilt of her sword.]