Oh, he wants to play? Astrid's tone turns nasty, her fangs baring, her words turning barbed as the smuggest sneer crosses her face.

"Please, I said you could come to be nice! All you ever do is get Asgeir to do everything for you. You're the useless one. No wonder the Queen left you behind!" But Cupid steps between them, and all the better. She'd kill Sverke-- she doesn't have any doubts of this. She's stronger than the abandoned ones like him.

Lilja scolds her, but it only makes her rear up more. Her temper's high, and Cupid's body keeps her from the worthless worm that she could simply destroy with a wave of her paw. "You don't believe I can do it." She gives Lilja a fiery look, but Cupid's words shut her up. For a moment.

She doesn't look at him. If she does, she'll cry. Instead, her next words are cold as ice, snapped off her lips with each word.

"Fine. I guess we let Sindri die, too, then."

They didn't let her come for Trygve. And now she's being denied her right to help Sindri.

It's not fair.