"In a strange way, it's more my fault than hers."
… Grave… silence… wafted through the room…
Sip, sip.
"Hmm… Jrabda fruit truly is delightful," Eeole remarked, lowering the cup from his lips.
"Master Eeole," Lord Uutrai bowed his head, "what do you mean by that statement?"
Eeole met the dragon chief's tense gaze with a supple nod. "I meant exactly that. In an unlikely twist of fate, I'm more at fault for her mood swings than she is herself.
"Though, I'm far from being the direct cause of these problems. That I can assure you. I also have a witness to prove it. But I digress.
"The issue of her mood swings lies in the tampering of her mind."
"My mind has been tampered with?!"
Treeda convulsed atop her floor cushion. Her unsteady eyes quivered, glancing at her husband and her daughter's apparition.
"I– I'm the problem?"
