– What the hell, Tika? – Tommen exclaimed, turning abruptly back to his cousin and rubbing his bruised back of his head with his broad palm, which had just been hit with all his might. The half–elf behind him folded her arms indignantly across her chest, holding a stick between her fingers, which she loaded with all her might on the back of her cousin's head, and which she stubbornly called a staff, contrary to common sense, as it seemed to Tommen himself, because he dared to express his opinion. He was drawn into this journey by accident, but he allowed himself to mistakenly hope that at least here he would be free to do what he wanted and express his opinion openly, unlike at his father's house. With the presence of a cousin, as it can be seen, it turned out to be impossible.