Yseult does not know how the fuck to fix this situation, for all that she is doing her best to pretend that (i) she does, and moreover (ii) there is nothing to fix to begin with. Darras looks to her, something unsettled and dangerous in his eyes, but she's not quick enough to stop him talking--not that she could anyway, that's been clear enough tonight, even if he's finally now circling back to agree with some part of her story.

It requires substantial effort to resist the urge to sigh, but she holds out at least until he is finished, shaking her head as if as exasperated by this as Beleth and Coupe must be, maybe more. "Clearly we need to discuss again the terms I laid out when you agreed to do this job," she says to Darras, "But maybe it would be best to leave that til morning. I think we are none of us at our best just now. Commander, Scoutmaster, I apologize for all the confusion. I'll have a word with Darras and see if we can't clear things up, and we'll report to--" she glances between them, questioning, "--one of your offices? in the morning to finalize things. If that's agreeable to you both?"