*stops breathing out of pure shock, whether in the face of something gentle from you or in that final bombshell, she couldn't say*
*spluttering, furious, even as something deep down cries to see their tenuous peace going up in smoke* You— You can't do that! I'll date whoever I want! *lifts her chin as she hits upon the obvious solution (though why any part of her thinks this will hurt you in some way, she doesn't know)* I'm going to Gondolin with Mom. You can't tell me what to do there.