Moonspear I will go down with this ship

the words seem to have a physical effect on the woman, one which serves to bring the girl pause. suddenly, it is clear; she is nothing but cruel, now. she swallows, remembers her brother's words. "I wanted Hydra to kill her but she said we should kill her power over us instead. She's not family anymore and she'll never be able to undo that. She never deserved us." her unwavering anger cracks, splinters. it turns inward, gradually, warps to hate. 

the woman speaks, and the girl shakes her head. "she's wrong. you can't repay debts with other wolves' lives." this time, her voice lacks the same edge, though it still made hard with tension. the girl curls in on herself, and the last of her anger shatters. this is her doing, and there comes none of the satisfaction she'd first wanted to gain from this interaction. "I'm sorry. I'm—why did you come here to find a husband?" she lowers herself, shame as effective a deterrent of anger as any.