If Aoife hadn't been so tired or so hungry, maybe she would have the patience to handle dealing with Everil. Unfortunately, Aoife's current state only shortened the fuse on her slow-burning temper and she crossed her arms, regarding Everil with a withering look.
"Whatever gave you the impression that I wanted to catch up with you?" Aoife's usually quiet, even voice was sharp and cold. "I hope you weren't expecting those flowers to sway me." Just the memory of finding those flowers had Aoife's cheeks burning in confused anger. How dare Everil try to upset Aoife's nicely settled life now, after everything!