[ She burrs up at the implication that she's worrying about the other girl, but the sombreness of what follows is like a slap to the face. It's not as if she'd expected them to be allies again, but it's only now that she realizes that part of her had, perhaps, been hoping for it.

How stupid. ]

I don't know why you're surprised. With that face of yours, it was bound to happen. [ An odd thing to say, when she's long been adamant about Gray being the furthest thing possible from her father... but it's comforting to blame something other than her own naivety. Hating Gray is hard, but hating King Arthur is easy. ] You shouldn't have been happy to see me in the first place.