Just as Lamont did, Kiara too winced at the tone his words took when he responded to her. Here she was, trying to get along with him as best as she possibly could. She'd tried her best to be respectful, kind, and not nearly as outspoken as she usually was and it had gotten her nowhere. Still he felt the need to treat her as if she knew nothing, as if she [i]was[/i] nothing. It didn't matter if it wasn't how he meant things to come off, it was certainly how she was feeling. It was that final straw that had her flying off the handle. She'd been dealing with glares and insults since she had walked through the city gates. More so, she had almost been killed just to get here, and he felt it was okay to act as if he were better than her? While he sat in his library and pretended none of it happened?

Just as it often had with Ostus, her skin tinted red in anger. It was a problem with the people of her country. It was so hard to hide embarrassment, anger, sickness, any extreme emotion really. The color of the skin was affected by most of them.

When she snapped at him, her skin was still as bright as her temper, "No. I don't suppose they do. I don't suppose [i]anyone[/i] dresses quite like you do except maybe your pretentious family." She did not mention that what she was wearing was the simplest dress she could find and even it was a bit too much for her. She also did not mention that the nobles in Astora were every bit as gaudy, if not more so. Instead, she only continued to rant.

"Have you ever even seen your people? Interacted with them? Or do you just sit in your secluded library and pretend they do not exist, that no one but yourself is alive in the world? How selfish of you." Kiara took one last look at the garden before she stomped away, barely slowly to call behind her. "I will meet you tomorrow. I expect you to learn just what is wrong with your appearance before then."