It pulls her up short, stopping just before she bumped into her directly. Her hands tightening on her skirts. A pronounced fury to all of it, that makes her stiff, every bit of her held taut as she bites. Because she should stop, and she should cool down, and she should find a better way through.

But she has worked herself far too much into a state for that.

"You think you could have your fill of me, and what, take her as a mistress now that things had cooled some, your duty to your wife was done? I know I was not your first choice, but you could at least keep up some kind of appearance when I have been dutiful to you so that I do not learn about your whoring from a traveller in front of all our people."