[ her hand comes up, rubbing at the back of her neck briefly, to relieve the ache in the her neck - where was that By man, perhaps she'd just take him up on the offer. Give her something, anything else. ]

It's not the fight. What is that, men against men? They at least, do not turn children to devour their parents in the night. [ and here she betrays herself, here she cannot be other than what she is. ] No I am not bothered by it, so much, nor do I begrudge them keeping us in such a way, it is what I would do in such the same position.

[ she sighs, the ire gone as quickly as it had come. ] this is just an unfortunate detour. I was rather busy, I guess you could say?