Érzelem

Ah, and so her solitude had been invaded at last. She had how's that the night, the journey and the rain would keep everyone at bay, but of course she wasn't that lucky. And, of all people, it was Sirius. Just great. She didn't want to see him, her mother, or anyone else. He settled down across from her though so there was no avoiding it. He didn't know it, but he didn't want to talk to her either.

The giant sat silently as if waiting for her to initiate conversation. Fat chance. She was still angry with him. He'd embarrassed her in front of the pack. How was she supposed to interact with them after being treated like a child for all to see? And then he had called Luce to tend to her as though she couldn't tend to herself. The Ashen healer had tsked as though she was a child which added to the anger bubbling inside Iolaire. She'd almost snapped at Lucretia to get the fuck away from her, but it only would have created more problems. In the end, she'd ignored them all.

What did Sirius really expect from her? Had he asked her rather than demanded of her, the situation might be different. She would eventually have a talk with her mother about the same. Her position demanded respect. If it wasn't given in the eyes of the pack, then she would have to fight them for that respect.