Ankyra Sound a gunslinger knows pride - that invisible bone that keeps the neck stiff

Grezig stopped when he heard Illidan respond. What had she expected? She’d said the curse out loud. He was going to hear it, and clearly, he had. She took a deep breath and sighed, debating. Then, defeatedly, she turned to face him. His raised head and the way he was looking at her immediately pissed her off. Maybe it was because she still thought of him as a boy. Maybe it was because she was pregnant. But to her it didn’t matter that his rank was higher than hers. She snorted at his show of rank and stared at him blankly. 

’You’ve been hiding out.’

“I’ve been pregnant,” she stated flatly, as if that explained everything. “It’s not as though you’ve gone looking for me.”

Why was she so angry? This had to be more than just his pulling rank on her in his stature. Normally she was deferential to those above her, so this was something else. She was hurt that he hadn’t tried to talk to her before now. Hurt that it had been months and it was only an accident that they were speaking at all.