Ashya sighed, sitting down again, anger deflating as quickly as it had come. The complete and utter lack of emotion in Tranquil made it very hard to feel anything too passionately with them around.
She listened to his words carefully, studying him closely. "That makes...no sense," she said slowly. "It would be crazy to volunteer for the Rite of Tranquility simply because you feared they might not permit you to undergo your Harrowing. After all...that's the consequence of not being allowed." She ran a hand through her hair, somewhat frustrated. "It only makes sense to ask for the Rite if you're scared of the Harrowing - or if they want to kill you," she added, very, very slowly and thoughtfully.
"If you volunteered...then you weren't a hazard," she said, trying to sort it out in her head. She looked sharply at Constans, her eyes bright and shuttered, giving nothing away. "Were you a blood mage?"