Wheeling Gull Isle xx. and if it should pass that your heart aches for mine

At last, he gave some answer - riddled as it was between the passive and aggressive of his gravel timbres. 

Realization struck her first, shock on its heels, but what crashed through her most alarmingly was a white-hot flare of rage. 

"That's what this is about then?" She demanded of him, sparks igniting in her tones and fire licking along her skin. With his next words she visibily flinched, stung that their budding friendship had meant so little, could so easily be cast aside. 

So be it.

"How dare you," the words tumbled from her lips in a hiss, aquiver with the shake that had possessed her. 

It was then that Daegon manifested at her side, his touch welcome though she knew it would anger the Tactician further - she needed it in that moment, lest she tremble right out of her skin.

"You chastise me, your distraction, for finding what you knew I craved - what you yourself said you were unsuited for?" She hurled the words at him, daring the alabaster paladin to refute them. 

"You are not owed me; you are not deserved me," the nightwisp spat, drawn forward a step in her ferocity, lip curled with disgust as she looked on him in new light - and one that did not cast him well. "I am no prize to be covetted and won." 

"If you're unable to pull yourself from this wallow of jealousy, then step down," she ordered coldly, chin tilting up a fraction as her features hardened against him. 

Maybe she'd been wrong to entrust him with such a position, if he was threatening to disrupt things before they'd even gotten off the ground - over something that, similarly, hadn't even begun.