She did not speak.
Trehearne said awkwardly, "Shairn, I'm sorry about all this. But you might as well make the best of it now you're here."
Still she did not speak. She only sat and looked at him.
Edri said, "Come on, Shairn. A glass of wine will do you good."
She ignored him. Silence and the green deadly eyes, fixed on Trehearne.
He went to her and put his hand on her shoulder. "Be reasonable, Shairn. I know how you feel but none of it was done with intent. And we're all your friends, whether you agree with us or not."
He jerked back but not quite in time. Her claws raked his cheek. He stepped away. She sat motionless and said not one word.
Trehearne swung on his heel and went out. Edri came after him and locked the door. "Perhaps Joris can talk to her," he said. His tone did not hold much hope.
"Oh, she'll come out of it," said Trehearne. "Nobody can stay that mad forever."
Edri shook his head. "I've known her longer than you have. I wouldn't count on it."