Yehudit swore at her mother. "And I'm going to Portside with Sileas!"

Exasperated with her aunt, Sileas looked at Questa. "Don't break my bow."

Liadan snatched the bow from Questa and looked like she might break it herself. "Yehudit is staying at the keep, it's too dangerous out there."

Sileas had had enough. She stormed over and made a grab for her bow. "You need to understand Yehudit is of age and can do what she wants. Neither of us can control what she does. Now give me my bow and back off," Sileas snarled.

Liadan shoved the bow into Sileas's hands.

"You have to understand how dangerous it is for Yehudit to leave the keep. Tabor hated me because I saw through him and didn't keep my mouth shut. What do you think he and his friends would do to my daughter if given a chance?" Liadan snarled back.

"If you would have bothered to ask, Wulfsen is not letting us go without protection. It's not going to be just us. You should have known full well that even if I tried to push Yehudit away, she is going to follow. With or without me agreeing. I think it's a bit safer if she's with others." Sileas narrowed her gaze. "And didn't I hear that Tabor has already been IN the keep, trying to take Aunt Aislyn?"

"And Millie was almost grabbed just outside the keep!" Liadan snapped back. "Yehudit can be better protected inside with her parents."

Sileas roared and turned away. Then she turned back. "Well if you'd rather her just follow on her own with no protection, that's not on me. It's not my job to set boundaries and teach her to mind them." Sileas turned to Wulfsen. "I'll be in the stables."

Liadan was furious and wished Aron was well enough to help her in this. "Yehudit, it's too dangerous out there."

"I am going with Sileas." Yehudit said and hobbled after Sileas.

Aislyn stood in the main hall with Brie, directing a few of the young ladies who decided to help out in the kitchen with setting up the tables for lunch.

"Hurry up with that food!" The person complained to Aislyn. "Have you found your daughter yet? Was she still wearing any clothes?"

Aislyn watched one of the girls carrying a trencher to the person. She longed to respond but Brie simply held her by her upper arm, shaking her head.

Ila reminded herself that she did not have to fear running into Tirto or any of the other Ragans in the main hall. The Ragan family had taken their midday meal to eat together as a family, away from the other refugees. Even so she was still very nervous and her hands shook as she set the tables. She was carrying a tray of silverware when she heard that rude person ask Mrs Gerthrim. It so startled her she dropped the tray. The silverware spilled onto the floor with an even louder crash.

Ila knelt down to collect the silverware from the rushes. "I'm sorry... I'll go down and get more." Ila stammered.

"Can't you get any decent help around here?" The random person glared at Ila. "Are we to eat with our hands like savages? We're not all Buckleys you know. Not everyone is a slut or a bastard."

Ila cringed, her vision was blurring with tears. She had to get out of here, away from that rude person. The insults were directed at Mrs Gerthrim's family but they hit too close to home for Ila to feel comfortable.

Ila hoped she had gotten all the dropped silverware. She picked up the tray and fled the main hall.

Aislyn had had enough. She broke free of Brie and stormed over to the table. "You don't have to eat here, you know. You can always ask for a horse and ride to Portside for your meals. Maybe you'd find company more to your liking there."

"I have as much right to be here as you or anyone else does!" The random person snapped. "Just because you were a mediocre baker at home does not make you a great chef here. You can't feed us pig slop and expect us to swallow it without complaint!"

"And as I said, you don't have to eat it." Aislyn was very tempted to grab his knife and drive it into his back.

"If you're going to feed us it's your duty to feed us something edible." The person said. "Stop spending so much time rolling in the hay and actually cook something decent."

Aislyn snapped. In a flash, she grabbed his knife from the table and brought down in his back before Brie could reach her to stop it from happening. Aislyn drove the knife in as far as she could.

The person screamed bloody murder. No one was sitting near this person because this was the worst person to sit near (Including Open-mouth-chewer Harry), but the closest jumped up from their benches.

Aislyn backed away slowly, mortified by having lost control. She looked to Brie helplessly.

The person continued to scream. "Not only are you a terrible cook and mother of a slut you're a murderer!"

Aislyn rushed back over and yanked the knife out before plunging it in again.