Beleth frowns at that, lips pressing into a thin line, fingers digging into her legs. She's not mad at him, she's not even mad--She's frustrated, endlessly frustrated. "I am tired," She began, slowly, eyes glued to her lap. "Of people treating me like--like a victim. Like I am incapable. I have my vallaslin. I am an adult woman, I am a Hunter, and I will decide whom I will speak to."

Not that she blames them. Not that she blames anyone, when she has proven herself to be...not nearly as adept at protecting herself as all her bluster makes her sound.

Her gaze turns back to Cade, still firm. "I came to you. If they're mad, then they're mad at me, because of what I did of my own will."