Everil was trying, she truly was, to keep calm. She so badly wanted to snap with cruel comments and it was sheer force of will that kept her from saying them out loud. Her hands fisted where they still rested on her hips as her nails bit into her palms in order to not let the anger show on her face. And here she had been trying to be nice.
"I meant marriage offers Aoife," she said, "What did you think I meant?" her voice dropping down a bit as she practically hissed them out, walking towards her as her voice was steadily escalating. "And you could blame me? Really? Truly, could you? I was going to overlook the past, put it past me and try to get on with my life. But no, you could blame me? I was unconscious for weeks after what you did!"
Breathing hard, she had punctuated the last word with an unkind jab of her finger in Aoife's direction.