Aoife scoffed. "You wanted to catch up with me? Oh, well, pardon me, milady! Your wishes must, of course, take precedence over everything else!" The sarcasm was heavy in her voice, though she stopped short of actually bowing in a mocking curtsy.
"I can blame you for a few things, Everil, make no mistake about that. It's just I doubt you're even capable of understanding." All traces of amusement, mocking or otherwise, left Aoife then. She was tired, hungry, with a headache creeping up on her now. And the last thing Everil said had Aoife staring at her in slowly growing indignation. "Tempting offers? Just what exactly do you mean by that?"