The thought of having a private conversation in Naugus' tower turns her smile uncertain, but that's where Harrowheart suggests, so that's where they're going. Conceding to the small things will make conceding to the bigger ones easier, she tells herself. It's a decision she immediately regrets when she spots Lawrence.

She does her best not to, but she straightens and bristles at the sight of him anyway, watching him down the length of her nose. When he opens his mouth she is entirely certain she's about to have to parry a smart remark, and the silence is more surprising than anything he could have said. She relaxes, marginally, when he leaves.

Not enough to sit, however. Nothing about this is easy for her. She wants to move, despite the lack of room. Sitting won't help her at all. She would probably end up fidgeting like Viatorus and then Harrowheart would know she's not in control. Instead she stands, hands folded neatly in front of her, doing her best not to appear confrontational.

"I don't want you to fight with your brother because of me," she says first. Not least because it delays her actual reason for coming here. "He doesn't like me, and I'm used to that. I can handle that. You shouldn't strain your relationship with him over me. Not ever, not even a little bit. Family is too important."

And delaying over.

She twists her lips and looks around before her gaze settles on Harrowheart again. "He talked to you, about the dinner with your family," she states. "That's what I'm here to talk about."