Stavanger Bay they caught the katy, and left me a mule to ride

In the same way that he did not wish to offend her, she did not wish to offend him either, and thus was slightly stunned by the shortness of his reply, the coldness of his gaze. What had she done? She huffed out her nostrils like a child, annoyed by the way he would not spare time for a lady who had not wronged him in any way. If someone asked her of Rusalka, she might've responded the same way- but Huā did not often have that sort of empathy, did not connect those dots to her own experiences, and so could not understand his eagerness to leave. 

Some little shred of hope remained in her. If Ying had left Yuèlóng, even with losing her memories... would any part of her subconscious bring her to Moonspear? Or to her friend, this man? Though Huā could not see the appeal in leaving behind the wonderful Astaroth for a dull beast (as she perceived him) like Arcturus, no longer could any corner be left unchecked, any stone unturned. Fine. If he wanted to be rude with her, she could try being straightforward and unfriendly with him too. You seen Ying? You hear what happen to her? She questioned shortly, though the part of her that could not help but sympathize wished to break the news to him quickly, so that he might join her in the never-ending search.