The bedroom will indeed be a beautiful room one day, but for now, it is full of rotted furniture, dust and debris, leftovers from whatever animals had made it their nest in the past. She's working on that right now, taking out her anger on the shards of what had probably been a handsome vase, at one point. The broom is her weapon, and her foe doesn't stand a chance as she hurdles it into a pile.

She will, of course, have to find him at some point. Give them both time to cool down, let her work her frustration out, and they can speak with cooler heads. She'll have to get him a peace offering. She could use her magic to make him some peppers to add to his food, or attempt coffee beans, though she's never seen the plant in person.

He appears before she can decide, and her broom is held in place. She's already got words on her lips when she turns to him, and in the face of his chill, they freeze. It seems that his head has grown a little too cool, and as he speaks, Beleth feels her blood heating in direct opposite--and not in the way he usually did.

"Oh, you're expecting my apology?" As though she hadn't already formed it in her mind, had been planning out a gift to go with it, to soothe. It's not the point. She turns back to her torment of the litter on the floor, as though he wasn't worth her total focus. "Quite lofty expectations, I think, to insult a woman, then hound her down for an apology over it."