All right, and now Bethany is going to get that little tip up at the chin. "We could have - if we didn't all wanted to die on those ships, or we had something in our pockets other than soot and dust. Ships cost money, serah." Her brown eyes narrowed, "Money we had to earn, which was not particularly easy when we were being shut down from Darktown to the Gallows for being Fereldans. ... "

Now -- it clicked. Now it started to make sense, one after another. She didn't have a lot of subtly, Bethany Hawke, but even she knew that outing a member of the Carta wouldn't do her any good. So she gave him a level look, before stating simply, "I won't apologize to you - because I know you won't apologize to me or mine. For obvious reasons."

She pointed him to a stool. "Sit. I'll get you the meat for your eye." Because despite every horrible thing this dwarf had said to her -- she was still here to help.