It's disgusting to her that the first thing she feels is defensiveness. The rise at the same time, the feeling of We weren't all like this, Keeper Dhavihal would never have allowed this simultaneous with the knowledge sitting in the pit of her stomach like a stone that Dahlasanor had, before its fall, been more than strange. That mostly, they were. They were like this. That fathering a child on a human was treason against the People, that being caught near a Clan with your get meant... this. Your life taken from you in exchange for the life you'd 'taken' from the People and 'given' to the shem'len.

It's Why did you go. Why didn't you stay in your city. Why did you bring her. What were you thinking. And at the same time How can we do this to our own. What made us forget they were our own.