"By your hands, my victory. By my hands, your will." she replied almost immediately. It was said at the start of beginning a new area of combat in Llyr and it seemed fitting. The anger was ebbing but just slightly. "There's nothing but time, so.. Whenever you're ready, I will be also."

She had some more tea to steady herself. "After.. After whatever that was, after my fighting didn't work, I felt calm, even embarrassed that I'd acted like that." Eilonwy looks up from her cup. "I remember agreeing with Inigo that his idea on Vaeros being kind was correctly. Specifically, I remarked that 'Good rulers just wanted their subjects happy', and I was sure I was mistaken." Eilonwy looked sick at the memory and set her cup down. The tears finally spilled over, and she angrily reached up to wipe at them.