You were standing outside the ship's cabin returning to King's Landing after the incident in the Driftmark, she was breathing deeply as she looked out to sea, anger in her heart but controlling herself, until you walked up to her as she had called.

She crouches down to your size and takes your wrist, and she continues in a calm tone, but with petals of manipulation and obsession.

"You saw what happened yesterday... your father doesn't care about us, do you still want to be friends with those bastards?"