Sleepy Fox Hollow the white room by a window

She didn't miss the grimace and was puzzled as to why this woman seemed to harbor so much distaste toward her. Was it really about how she looked? Others had been frightened or taken aback, but this was a sort of revulsion she was unfamiliar with. She was willing to give Wylla the beneft of the doubt, especially as the encounter seemed to draw to a close. . .

And then Wylla spoke again.

What the hell is your problem? Maegi called out after her, narrowing her eyes. I'm just trying to make conversation. You could at least pretend that you're not such a—rude bitch, she decided, settling upon one of Venamis's favorite words. Ah, the young Melonii had given her some wisdom, after all.