"Why? What has he done?" Quite deliberately she stretched out clenched fingers before pulling her hands out of the straps and turning to face the pair, absently sliding her arms through the straps of her stola as she pulled it up, wincing only a bit as she felt the cotton slide against her ripped-apart back. On mostly steady legs she stepped over to them, reaching to finger the hair at the back of Edward's neck. "Why ought he be on the receiving end?"