Neverwinter Forest It feels like something I know

His answer was not what she wanted to hear from him. And the fact that he was saying no because he didn't think she was capable of doing it on her own made anger swell in her chest. So because I was attacked, I must be too weak to kill him? she said, her breathing increasing along with the beating of her heart. Later, she might realize that wasn't actually what he meant, but right now she couldn't see past her trauma. She viewed herself as weak because of what happened, so everyone else must view her similarly. It hurt to have him confirm her fears—it made her want to do whatever she could to prove herself and everyone else wrong. 

Whatever comfort she might have gained from his assurance that he wasn't followed was overshadowed by her insecurity and anger. It only made things worse that he offered to take care of strangers at the borders like she was some injured, dainty woman who couldn't handle things on her own. She actually wasn't really doing a good job of handling things, but she didn't want anyone else to know that. I don't need you to do that, she said abruptly. I'm still capable of doing my job. Her chest tightened. Hurt, anger, and guilt all swelled inside her. She didn't want to be angry with Mal or combative about things, but it was like she couldn't control her responses. She was just so angry that she couldn't keep it from bubbling out of her any chance it got. 

ugh. sorry mal :(