Her eyes widened with shock when he spoke of a truce. Immediately she turned her attention to the healers, "Why have I not been told of this?" She barely paused for an answer before she asked, in a far sterner voice, "Where is my father?"
The healers exchanged a look that said a thousand things without a sound. Cithien looked between them and her face went stony, "I see. So the decision was made without him." She shook her head, and glared at Rezenar, "This cannot stand."
One of the healers immediately spoke up,
"It was his dying wish, do not dishonor him by breaking the truce." Her eyes did not leave the man, but her shoulders slumped as she responded, "Very well then. I will honor this so called truce...for now."
When Rezenar asked if she would be able to walk and exhibited concern for her well being she snapped at him, "You are the strangest man I've ever met." It didn't help her mood that he began to speak of her as though she were not present. She growled and crossed her arms over her chest, until one of the healers moved it back out of their way. Her words came strong, edged with her anger at the situation, "I will be able to walk."