[She struggled at that point. She knew roughly what a Moirail was supposed to do. She knew that she didn't want that, and that she didn't like feeling pity for him. It mucked up the desires she had and it gave her a bit of a headache. It was a hell of a lot easier when she was irritated with him to deal with him.]

You are so fucking stubborn, you know that? Fine. Follow me.

You fucking owe me dinner for this shit, do you hear me? I'm not your damned bab...grubsitter. I'm your fucking harpy, and you had better not forget it.

[God, all she wanted to do was just fall asleep, but she couldn't let him see that. This was awkward enough as she got up and started to walk, only casting a glance to make sure he'd followed.]